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A-team is back, with my brand new rap// freestylin wit out my mic, playa's try to top dat// i can give you 99 problems dawg without a doubt, so when that 100th one come i dont wanna hear scream and shout// talkin bout "let me out", "dont kill me now", shut the f*** dawg befo your brains are hangin out// My style is raw, dirtier then yah draws, ima give yah some more// have you tipsy wit my ryhmes like chicken and alcohol// close your eyes to save the pain, dont front dawg i aint a game, my flow is higher then shootin up cocaine and rogain// remeber the name, ATEAM, eat you for lunch and spit out shame, my punchlines fall like rain, with some poetic change// can a rappa throw words like Afro-humanistic, cant keep up wit my lyrical quickness, ryhmes so dirty leave yah shitless// ima get this real-ness, spit slow so you can hear it, let it sit in yah dome for a minute, till you live it// Ill give this fool his daily smashing like an alarm clock, And we all know you spiders get eaten regularly by farm cocks// 8 legs 4 vaginas what!!, that enough p***y to be banged by four blocks// Impossibility defined: you leavin unharmed, lack of verbal persuasion, no one's beleivin his charm// You aint a threat, and im equipped so we're both dis(s)-armed*, so the thought of this b***h winnin, we can both piss on// last verse for you to think on, my words burns last for Eons, time to give up dawg, cuz this war is won//
*Dis(s)-armed=armed with disses....jus....figure it out
Its time for me to verbally destroy yalls raps with voice, meet the tip of my chrome boy, dawg you still use them toys// Ima straight diss the b***h, with a intelligent twist, drop my lyrical bombshells that massacres his s**t// Leave it looking like the holocaust, ima break yah women off, you can call me Dragonuv, wtf you spitten huh, All I hear is blah blah blah, like you rappin with a mouth full of balls// I know the first two verses was weak, before you speak, my rhymes is worst then getting your a** beat, go on girl go and please thee// Man b***h you so easy, yo flow is so greasy, like you using cookin oil to better beat yah jerky// So dawg stop hatin, making the earth vibratin, with my flow could make yah eyes start dilatin// I am satin, welcome to hell dawg you violatin, wat is rightfully mine I have you killed just for hatin// Cath me ridin in my whip, in that new two tone, keep it fresh to def kid, I already own 50 homes// Last verse befo I go, workin them bitches and hos, like I said befo dawg you need to go home//
True Hip Hop · Mon Aug 28, 2006 @ 04:48am · 0 Comments |
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