I know I'm white
but my rhymes are tight,
I bust out when I'm in a rap fight
so just bite... yo' bottom lip so tight
while I bust a rhyme on yo' ass... fo' the night
you ride just like a cowboy on a saddle
rememba' I aint you in 'dis rap battle
while you drownin' in the lake, doin' da' dog paddle
But you aint know my cold wata'
'cause I gave you a taste of man slaughta'
when we get to our own 8th mile
we gon' get in our own rank and file
run so much we gon' throw up our own bile
just as we dial... our own style... of our revival
but once in a while... we see the emeral isle...
and puerile... we become
Though I know I aint black
and I dont just yack yack
and I aint on crack
I follow the main track
people think I'm wack
and people tell me what to do
and you did it too
but at least right now I aint you.
Eyo... this guy cant battle
he says he dnt yack yack...
but ima cut him some slak
he dnt got a clu
its like winne the pooh
hes searchin for a few...
lyrics to do, to rhyme a few
and to rite you aint me
cos if u were dese ppl wud see
that u aint to be messed with cos that jus ME
So take ya coat go rite a line
drop me one bk but make it fine
u cant spit, like odd socks sed"i got no spine"
i cudda told yall that wen i droped ma first rhyme
and ima stop it here, so the guy above can start a "revival"
the revival of crapness thru out the nation
the revival of "we cnt battle" for life, CHANGE THE STATION
hes like a broken record"i no i aint black"
GOOD DAWG... but u sed it once... i heard you
And ppl say ur wack.. cos ur fuckin tru
and u only talk sence wid that one line..."i follow d main track"
yup... cos ur on crack, hittin the stacks, speakin ya crack... yo' need a smak!