vs Tangible
A comp and the drive’s all it takes for ebonics to thrive
But spit that shit out loud, n we’ll see how long you survive
I gotta laugh at this poser
Youre the white cat who buys FUBU but takes it off when black cats come over
I launch scuds n bomb slugs, guns rupture your life
Oh wait…theres already one wannabe thug too much for this fight
I don’t need to spit rounds to embarrass you
You landing a deal’s harder than bringin a jumbo jet down with a parachute
N how ya mackin that hoe?... that aint a ravishing glow
That comes from outeating pigs on that man versus animal show
Im fluent in grave danger
Awe inspiring to millions of artists, while you’re the fairy muse of a gay painter
Don’t lose n display anger, you were certain to fall
Taking the brunt of the loss so I could bare the burden to all
Succumb to divinity n plunge into misery
Youre an afterschool special about mixing guns, drugs n stupidity
Kid, Im just flippin stronger stuff
While you struggle to do you…cuz you’re fat n your dick aint long enough
You dont play with DAT, cuz ya scared to get on
And the studio's just that one room apartment you share with ya mom
vs MetaSin (2 Rounds)
Get ridda this kid, hes ill equipped to numb the ruckus
If tourney recycling aint bitch…I don’t know what the fuck is
Ok, ill letcha do it, but lets straighten this first…
Do you REALLY wanna square up with me on a greatest hits verse?
I didn’t think so...best flee before its started
Or I’ll leave ya body of work cursin God for bein’ born retarded
Top ten?...on my list, you’d barely crack forty
I’d even sun you in Spanish, but looks like ya took care of that for me
I’m your idol, ya copy, still there ain’t no peer greater
You’re all over my old style...HALF as dope...a year later
A 15 yr old groupie that wants to claim vet
Pressin the issue…this Paperboy cant afford to cop a weight set
Ya rockin fake 'n now you’ll havta stomach loss
Cats bought into ya shit…then sold it back FOR a fraction of the cost
Im immaculate, droppin shells that’ll dump ya off to hell
If you aint havin it…I applaud ya mom, she must taught ya well
You’re getting mocked in the open
Write ya ass off…you'll still never beat the fans once they saw your opponent
But…if bein clowned aint an ample deterrent
I’ll just post ya upcoming tourney verse against Frac as insurance…
I cant figure your style, it aint prayer or voodoo
And I know it aint feignin ignorance*that shit's like second nature to you
Recycle, bite concepts....thats whats newbies do here
You'd HAVE TO, ya seed's 32 times my combined 1 from the last two years...
So, no question, Im the best in THIS brawl*
Ill force you to bow out*like bendin forward standin next to a wall
Stretchin the jaws of insignificant clones
Ya need to get off ya high horse*unless ya fuckin ya bitch when shes stoned
In PBA ya tried and lost, the jury fucked the verdict
You appealed to their stupidity*here in MM, ya verse affirmed it*
My work is pure n perfect*I deal in the truth
You sport a class ring with pride*from the Heald Institute*
This is real sick n ruthless*shit, I JUST sold the sequel
You wouldnt be well connected sharing watering holes with people
Even fat hoes don't envy this ruckus ill win
Cuz in the first rd*my date with destiny's ugly as Sin*HA!
Ima bloody ya chin, rush n puff mandible
Ya life's story*comes with a cassette and cuddly stuffed animal
Sense is wit*n Metasin's a brittle pauper
The way my voice carries*Iverson looks like he dribbles proper
You wont show or win, in this race of the pedigree
And guess what*your still only second best if ya PLACE me in jeopardy
Youll never bruise me with ya jargon...
Ima litre of the new school like kindergarden milk in futuristic cartons
You just lost the street crown
Cuz you couldnt handle me*but you sure as hell caught a beat down*.
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