Quote:
WWA spit dis:
I know i can't rap/
and me and my girl are tight/
but i aint about to strap/
some **** that could get me in a gun fight/
i aint done drugs/
neva busted no slugs/
aint got arrested/
cuz my survival skills are being tested/
all the time/
it's like it's 24/7/
i try to rhyme/
then i think about my buddy in heaven/
he got shot/
over being short on paying for pot/
now tell me that aint **** up/
when i try to talk about this/
all they see is a fagget to dis/
there gonna learn a lesson in life/
there gonna be in the cross-hairs of strife.
Unh, get ready for this, kid
Yeah, get ready for this
No you ain't been arrested
But you better learn to deal with the stress kid
Cuz you about to be tested
You already been bested
I spit mad similes and metaphores
I arrest more badass cats than the Drug War
Cuz I immobilize you
You can't spit nothin' back
Yeah you better be ready
For this lyrical attack
Man when I rhyme at you
It's like you lookin' up at Shaq
And this ain't an opinion
It's a matter of fact
Yeah I tower over you
Like you's a midget on crack
Why is your face red?
You get hit you in the sack?
Or are you just embarassed
Cuz I got what you lack
At least you know you can't rap, man
You just a hack
Or a wannabe with a fake-ass attitude
If you wanna be exact
So come on man, and don't get it twisted
The reasons I abhor you are about to be listed:
One:
You're young
But your rhymes are so old that you should retire
Go on little hobbit, get back to the Shire
Two:
You
Can't do like I do
You spit confessions and life lessons
But you sound like a fool
Three
You see
You're even shorter than me
Your about as big as me
When I watched Sesame Street
Four:
There's more
You been actin so gangsta
And everyone from here to Compton
Can smell that you Wanksta
Finally you admit it
And for that I thank ya
But man you such an easy target
I just totally sank ya
Yeah I told ya kid, get ready for this
Oh yeaaaaah, kid, unh, get ready for this
Now it's comin' time for you
To make a major decision
Will you end up snitchin'
On my lyrical ambition?
I'm the baddest mc
That's here on the block
And I keep goin' on
I ain't never gonna stop
Cuz bein' so wrong
Ain't how I got my ish to pop
And if I rhyme too long, man
You bound to call the cops
Cuz it's gotta be a crime
The way I'm messin' wit yo' mind
Man you can't hide from my shine
Stare too long
And you bound to go blind
Oh man, you been bested
By the best of the best
You don't need to drop a beat
I rhyme off that beat in ya chest
Man, when I rhyme at you
It's gotta be a living hell
And when I cut you down
You better watch where you fell
I wouldn't open the door, man
When I ring the bell
Yeah we only fight with words, but still
You'd have to be blind not to see
That I just killed you for real
Unh. Yeah.
What up, WWA, buddies for life, all in good fun...
Signin' out for reezy
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