Original geschrieben von All Day
aight listen....
I got My Head Filled wit more tighter linez than AI’s Cornrow
u still got ya Pants Wet, when I came to earth gifted, I was Born Pro
This a Battle not a Game Show, be the ‘Weakest Link’ on channel five
sent ya ass to ‘Survivor‘, this Dude wouldnt even make it alive
keep spittin garbage like that ‘n ya respected value goes down
like a hoodrat, givin head to all the dudes in Town
Strike da Mic, your styles too ugly, u better off wit da Lights Out
my flow is like Fastballz comin at’cha, boy you gettin Striked Out
All Day, meaning rhymes for rhymes, spittin linez twenny fo’ Se7en
hotta than Station ‘97, I’m livin proof that yo ass dont belong ‘n Heaven
I aint a pretender, a faker, like them niggas such ‘n such
you should join ‘em, be the leader of the Bradys Bunch
ya producin rhymes below average, as if u broke ya Testicles
grab yo dick, coz I go brutal if you gonna Test my Skillz
wit dat said I Rest my Case, this is ya Death Race ‘n have ya Rest in Peace,
dislocatin ya Chest ‘n Face, I’ll bury u wit linez like these, Best Beneath
I’m da key to your Victory, beat me 1st ‘n i’m History
till then, ya triumph is my Disbelieve, only spoken of in Mistery
realistically, you’ll never catch the wave that I be spittin
Bottom line, for you to be on Top, I’m the one who gotta stop livin
laite!
do yo thing Strike....!
