[Saint]

originally posted on urbanprowlers.net

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Aiyyo,
Stop, pause - Recognize where you dropped off,
I get off on weekdays, you got off dissing lil hot sauce
You pop off like ya hard- nah! kid is pretendin
He's just blowing smoke for show like emission testing
I write to stay on point- Yeah, i said it chump
.. Cause even if i beat you, who am i gettin credit from?
I can't believe ya wrote that- Really, i'm offended son
Dude's sweatin bullets, on Juwan and C-Web's bozack
You need'a go back to playin the bum on the curb
You's gassed, so get punched in the gut til ya burp
this muthafuckas so bold, I got one love on this earth
Made you feel like shit in the privacy of ya own home

edi-cimoh

This battles my fuckin entrance, so im swingin em well
treating ya neck like the doorway, as im ringing La Bel
i see your closer showed a new style, its classic in shine
but you could of used it better, if it actually rhymed..
my spats is unkind and your dope? i hate lies you dork
cause its un 'common you-tense-ill', like knives and forks
im fly wit sports, doin BIG things & got a heap of buyers
whilst your always on board, like them frequent flyers
my speech is fire, cause cimoh loves unravelling peers,
but whats worse is i beat you, and i aint batled in years!