[trap.]

05-24-2002

Illusion

At first this was a joke....but this biggy wannabe's about-to-go-broke
I won't have to beat him.... cause he's strangled with the own lines-that-he-wrote
throw you in the back-of-a-boat.....travel out to sea and bury-you
The only reason why you want to battle me is so you can be famous-too!
You couldn't claim a crew....kid, thats why your siggies-empty
print my verse out to tear it up.....but you still couldn't-rip-me!
I've mastered the art of diss-ease....then cured the-common-cold
Illusion's the platinum-plaque to this site....and your just the one-album-sold!

This emcees-a-fake? nah, illusions just highly-skilled
Ya'll don't battle me....cause most already stand by-me-killed

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Notorious:

an explosion in your spine~as fire dines~on your mind~to weak, i desolve it in no time/
anurisms~can be traced all thru your body~cataclysm's~as a weak form is hit by a hard outa the norm~blows to your head,now your visions kettin spotty/
leave you to get all rotty~worms crawl in and out~as blood pools in your mouth~bones dried~a vet is defied/
puncture wounds~that spoons~ hatred,your own demise~overated by lies~as i stare into your lifeless eyes/
the warmth, is gone~ as notorious spawn~a thousand words~swarm on you like hellish birds/
paradice an illusion~skin popin out in contusions~bruises and polution~venom seeping thru you~little bloodlcots, harmless and blue/
go to your brain, hemorages~ as i spin~images~ thru my scanner, of your death~post em on the internet, so fools can see your violent last breath/
they had to pull 6 hards from ya skin~not only that, but i killed all your kin~your wife, slashed by my knife~your kids slaughted like pigs/
scared? call the police~only will bring a cease to the false peace~you thought you had~your corny rhymes goin out like a fad/
cuz its an illusion that illusion will be vistorious~even a whore-beat-this~mad cuz u aint glorious?its a ludacris notion~you ptu forth a shitty rap, that falls short in motion/