Ntropy vs FIL-A

[trap.]

05-31-2002

FIL-A SPITS

Grown ups in here get back in your cresh/
My lyrics phat yours can fit through mesh/
Ntopy copy – leach – everything I do/
Caught him – sweet – wearin the same FUBU/
Plus are they my Air Max...
GET OUT my closet give me my style back/
Don’t even click, on the post a reply hyperlink/
You malt thick, before you shake, think/
This some Gangsta keystyle that’s so hard/
We ‘page up’ and and bust ‘cap locks’ on your squad/


ntropy steps up:

4rill i fill a fil-a with my letters like manilla envelopes, high-hopes killa
this EMcee is EMPty as deserts, in his mind he gropes priscilla
can't cope with my maxilla mastry mcs may never match me i thrill a
rhyme animal with maximal stature like godzilla while FIL's just a chinchilla
who doesn't even own his own styles like vacation villas
still-a-bout to take you out back cuz ya talkin trash in bags
when fil-lags it's cuz he's out at the drags posin for gay mags
fags, i cover ya sound wall in verbal tags to reveal a
surreal vision of fil sqealin, "i feel, uh...i feel, uh..."
ya used your words up and now ya outta style like FILA