Webbie
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- 15 Juli 2005
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Meine Geschichte
Ayo,
I came up, doubled the game up/
Flipped scripts in text spits, and earned my fame up/
Webbie text-a-cee, the best known was me/
Gripped mics in line fights, oppositions beat/
Entered the rhyme cypher, I stood tall, ready to brawl/
Pioneered this shyt, should be worshiped by all y'all/
I was an originator, none greater, the verbal masticator/
Couldn't be beaten, like a non-mastibator/
Entered tourneys got titles, still never named the best/
Stopped postin, so, never known by the rest/
Only recognized by few, perceived just like you/
Tired of all the criticizim, so I'm mentally through/
But **** it y'all gonna realize my struggle and my pain/
Through strenuous battles that test my impeccable brain/
I've beaten anyone who has ever beaten me/
Plus the hundreds more I killed with strokes of a key/
I wrote my own shyt, given u a piece of my life's experience/
I can't "change" the world so it doesn't make "cents"/
Why do I strive to please y'all/
When all I ever do is gradually fall/
Into a memory, a past moment already lived/
By a talented, disrespected, pompous, arrogant kid/
So what I got signed for my rhymes, that means nothin/
But to me, the respect of my peers, that means somethin/
Till that day I'll turn blue just from waistin my breath/
Do what u do , that boy Webbie is hot peace/
Definitiv Heisssss
Ayo,
I rip grips and spit shyt quick and bars flipped wit scripts/
Keep up u too slow with this I beat niggaz acquired a death list/
Far for real spill so ill and pop wit skillz like pillz and kill grillz/
Aim for chill mode and still niggaz won't keep their mouth still/
Beast mode like whoa commin outta commodes through weak flows/
That means shyt so think slow before u decide to battle me bro/
Off the top got Styles like Lox cover like sox and think outta the box/
Pop shots at fakes like cops and tie knots around foes in tight spots/
Gettin the best of the rest through tests of text and ****ed em like sex/
Real vets separate the rest of pests and exterminate like who's next/
Bored and kickin in like spores of pollen and violent wit dudez wylin/
I'm smilin and stylin the profilin of the clan from staten island/
Excuse the bruised crews who feel the spew of the words used/
Cuz the WEBBIE spitz his own shyt and style so **** you/
Ihr könnt gerne feeden!
Webbie
Ayo,
I came up, doubled the game up/
Flipped scripts in text spits, and earned my fame up/
Webbie text-a-cee, the best known was me/
Gripped mics in line fights, oppositions beat/
Entered the rhyme cypher, I stood tall, ready to brawl/
Pioneered this shyt, should be worshiped by all y'all/
I was an originator, none greater, the verbal masticator/
Couldn't be beaten, like a non-mastibator/
Entered tourneys got titles, still never named the best/
Stopped postin, so, never known by the rest/
Only recognized by few, perceived just like you/
Tired of all the criticizim, so I'm mentally through/
But **** it y'all gonna realize my struggle and my pain/
Through strenuous battles that test my impeccable brain/
I've beaten anyone who has ever beaten me/
Plus the hundreds more I killed with strokes of a key/
I wrote my own shyt, given u a piece of my life's experience/
I can't "change" the world so it doesn't make "cents"/
Why do I strive to please y'all/
When all I ever do is gradually fall/
Into a memory, a past moment already lived/
By a talented, disrespected, pompous, arrogant kid/
So what I got signed for my rhymes, that means nothin/
But to me, the respect of my peers, that means somethin/
Till that day I'll turn blue just from waistin my breath/
Do what u do , that boy Webbie is hot peace/
Definitiv Heisssss
Ayo,
I rip grips and spit shyt quick and bars flipped wit scripts/
Keep up u too slow with this I beat niggaz acquired a death list/
Far for real spill so ill and pop wit skillz like pillz and kill grillz/
Aim for chill mode and still niggaz won't keep their mouth still/
Beast mode like whoa commin outta commodes through weak flows/
That means shyt so think slow before u decide to battle me bro/
Off the top got Styles like Lox cover like sox and think outta the box/
Pop shots at fakes like cops and tie knots around foes in tight spots/
Gettin the best of the rest through tests of text and ****ed em like sex/
Real vets separate the rest of pests and exterminate like who's next/
Bored and kickin in like spores of pollen and violent wit dudez wylin/
I'm smilin and stylin the profilin of the clan from staten island/
Excuse the bruised crews who feel the spew of the words used/
Cuz the WEBBIE spitz his own shyt and style so **** you/
Ihr könnt gerne feeden!
Webbie
