Dyme vs Black

[trap.]

12-16-2001

Black says:

aaight


i flow kid, u dont rap, u just blow spit/
20 lines max, im a hazmat, like i know shit/
just like jordan, im out of retirement, admirin/
no1, i'll make u change ya style like it was a flat tire kid/
i fire clips, at u, ya mom, and kids/
and make u straight defeated like the Lions is/
why is this, u think this is a f*ck*in big joke/
i f*ck*in slit throats, like limpf nodes, i f*uckin rip clothes/
and i flip hoes, u write about me i f*ck*in rip notes/
and i skin goats, my shots blast throught ya crew's thin coats/
you cant stop it, i load, lock, and cock it/
my guns blast rockets on ya block and knock kids/
my watch is, hotter than lava in my pockets/
hit u in da head and slit ya throat with a bike sprocket/
u spit slippery, it seems as if u f*ckin spit wet/
i f*ckin rip sets and the doctors will find ya ass wit a slit neck/



hazmat= hazardous material




Dyme says:



this fake will lose - hate the jewels and you use my tape to cruise/
if you was fuc*kin with stars (*'s) anymore - you'd be rapin moons/
take the noose and try to hang with zeus/
the most godest - a prophet hangin in ya fiber optics/
mind is droppin with the highest knowledge when my cypher notches/
ahead of my time like flyin watches - with wings and motor jets/
get drunk as hell - and then my bullet chambers gets loaded next/
known to blow the dome from vets - and remove the skull/
leavin it hot and flamin - after rainin - its just smooth and dull/
the names obsurd - spit a flamin verse to tame this herb/
my gun like a blow drier - when i hold it to heads, flames emerge/



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