[trap.]

09-23-2004

Bricks Build

come on now muh'fucka you don't really want confrontation,
i'll blacken ya shade so bad noone can differentiate what'cha race is.
the only time yer flow is really ill liquid,
is when yer spit'n under me while i'm piss'n.
from cali to great britain i'm straight rippin,
while you kid....is straight get'n ripped and
i'm sorry if you really thought yer punches would win,
instead they failed you, and lost all of yer limbs.


MR.PRICE

Bitch chill, aint no protection your bricks build-
your necks slit still, this aint a three little pigs film/
I'll drown you in your feces, how does breathing in shit feel?/
snatchin out your lung, and shove it in your eardrum/
you couldn't smash a plum, if your lyrics fell on one/
your light wieght and i'ma a primate wit a spear gun-
aiming for your eyes waiting patient just to spear one/
your slippin, must be otta gear son-
you better?, you trippin, stop sippin on the beer bud/
I clear kats like you post by post/
you appear wacker Than I knew, stick to foldin clothes.