Stepp Chyld vs September Jr.

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05-25-2002

Stepp VS Sep

Stepp:

Know your social studies jun-ior, cause soon-yer about to be his-tory/
I usual-ly charge for sick-shit, this-spit's for-free/
That sick-emcee who only battles vets-is-here/
protect-ya-ears cause Stepp's words infect-you-queers/
If wack rhymes came in drips, you'd fill a whole-bottle/
If you were Tyra Banks in skates you cuoldn't be a "Roll-Model"/
I leave ya soul-hollow FUCK YOU, yeah I said-that/
And I ain't no Mummy so you best not stepp up wit dead-{w}raps/


Sep:

wut u scribble reads like a script from tha x-files
if bars were hiwayz, u'd be babblin for tha next mile
boy u wuz sleepin on Septs style, but i kno u slept mild
cuz now its MY lyrical bytes ur tryna to bite like reptiles
i'll stomp ur ass son.....then ull really be Stepp Child
layin on tha floor R.I.Pped
if I wuz God wit amnesia I wouldnt forgive & forget
& before i'd ever forge your spits or forfiet
i'd drink four fifths then be force-fed horse shit