Butler vs Glade

[trap.]

02-11-2003

kae wayne

don't care if you boned 'C&C,' yo music ain't factoring ('Factory)/
with weak vocals, ya tracks 'know limits' like they ain't been 'mastered, b'/
you'll prolly spend careers tryin to become what I've surpassed/
even my filla booked with 'killer looks' that 'cut ya at first glance'/
can see blood leakin out ya lines, don't worry the end is near/
ya world's comin apart at tha 'seams,' controllin every hemisphere ('hem'-is-fear)/
savagely attack this fiend like tha crack eatin at ya mind/
i author power to slaughter 'cow herds', 'beefin' with they rhymes/
like Pamplona yo intent to 'run with tha bull' you dream & believe/
I'm a trend spurrer, you couldn't be a 'head Turner' if you 'owned TNT'/
'Frontin wit nerve wracked,' say ya aint 'scared of war', 'sweatin bullets'/
ya destruction's such a sure-thing it's got cat burglars bettin jewel-lifts/


The Butler

look

Little wannabes get a lessin how I pull a gauge
Leave ya thinking box like ya mirror image, fulla glades
ill metaphors minimize all of ya miniature punches
Place a cap on this niggaz head like when the tempeture plunges!
Ima diminish this fuckin newb have em coughin out tacks
im harder wit raps, inkin Glade an I aint talkin bout tats
watchu thawt about that, makin glade shit all on his linen
pullin number twos like wats needed for a grid in
pleez kid im a veteran whos blastin at dames
this kids faggot inside, s sorta like the G.L.A.D. in his name