Webbie
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- 15 Juli 2005
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So endlich..ok hab hier mal texte gepostet die wirklich für ein dreck waren(zb taxifahrer)aber nun was sollsdrauf geschissen.ich bin erst seit paar jahren in dtl und mite in “verdammter“ ami deshalb fällt mir auch englisch viel leichter.habe auf mzee sowieso bis jetzt nur englische texte geschrieben.hier ein vorgeschmack die noch nichts von mir auf engl.kennen….also vergisst den schrott den ihr gelesen habt(auch wenn’s vllt nicht so leicht sein wird
) und fixiert euch nur aufs neue..ältere texte
Yep,ok ok
I been listening! has your rappin' started yet/
I think you should have started wit' an emcee starter set/
You must 'die' while you spit, cuz your tracks 'whack'//
Bitches 'hit' me at '16' like i was playing 'blackjack'//
i'm so armstrong i'll stretch ur neck n spit lines to make ya melt//
when i wet ur chest it'll look like u wearing saint nics felt//
u need to learn to 'suck-up-the-pain',//
or u will be 'stuck-in-the-rain',//
only time ya gurl gets wet is when u '****k-in-the-rain',//
Use your blood to draw your portrait-n-watch the stencil-drain-ya//
I'll stick number 2 led in your neck and Pencil-vein-ya//
Ey yo your face filled with pimples looking like some ants took bites//
Your skins so black that it even makes your pants look white//
my punchlines hit you a bunch times and even start to form stripes//
so many of them.. that you would think zorro just got in a sword fight//
My Story 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/
Noch einer fokk it man
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.aber nur leute die wenigstens ahnung haben und die kacke verstehen keine dummys..viel spass!
Webbie
) und fixiert euch nur aufs neue..ältere texteYep,ok ok
I been listening! has your rappin' started yet/
I think you should have started wit' an emcee starter set/
You must 'die' while you spit, cuz your tracks 'whack'//
Bitches 'hit' me at '16' like i was playing 'blackjack'//
i'm so armstrong i'll stretch ur neck n spit lines to make ya melt//
when i wet ur chest it'll look like u wearing saint nics felt//
u need to learn to 'suck-up-the-pain',//
or u will be 'stuck-in-the-rain',//
only time ya gurl gets wet is when u '****k-in-the-rain',//
Use your blood to draw your portrait-n-watch the stencil-drain-ya//
I'll stick number 2 led in your neck and Pencil-vein-ya//
Ey yo your face filled with pimples looking like some ants took bites//
Your skins so black that it even makes your pants look white//
my punchlines hit you a bunch times and even start to form stripes//
so many of them.. that you would think zorro just got in a sword fight//
My Story 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/
Noch einer fokk it man
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.aber nur leute die wenigstens ahnung haben und die kacke verstehen keine dummys..viel spass!
Webbie
