[trap.]

01-07-2002

lil_raskal:

choices of death or battle me~kick ur retina til u see the opt-shins (options)//
wit tin (10)frames bowl ur game ill strike you down til ur hands drop pens (pins)//
couldnt blow above me if u were top wind so stop tryin to top twin//
ull suffer more loses then NY cops when the tower floors dropped in//
locked in a state of wackness couldnt gain props as a stagehand on broadway//
must be hereditary ill stop this madness after i slay ur ma n padre//
this is all day 24 shots to ur mental guess u can call me the cerbral assasyn//
bastard thought he could 'save the day' til the double slash hackd em//
look iv surpassed ur threatrics bash ur antics for actin like you an emcee//
n turn that comedy u call rap sheets into an ****** tragedy//
ur more of a rap travesty challenge me ill malicely swallow this insect//
u ill...yeah after i suck the poison from ur tail n spit it back in a chin check//
u couldnt be high perfromance smokin weed blended wit syntec..........

SYNTEC is a high performance castrol blend of oil.....

spems:

ey yo my style invovles~ meditation~ with serious concetration~ that dissolves~ into
verbal communication~your a toy immigration//whose whack ass ill beat without
hesitation~no frustation~cause i damage ur central nervous system with sound waves
vibration//its not discrimination~that i whipe my ass~and laugh~proceed to ur
termination//
ill spit weak~and beat ur best thoughts from ur imagination~conclusion of the situation~ur
hand i smack u wit~its accurate~not ur expectations~this took me 5 i gave u 15~ur the
whackest ive ever seen~im a spittin lyrical machine//