[Verse 1]
Biggie n Gueilla Black,
Eminem n Asher Roth,
they have twins
n fite to see who wins the Benz,
but still many like me n only have the tens,
only have a walmart microphone on discount,
but ima come out wita rhyme bout,
to go wit lyrical mystical ferillious to the aphillious to killin this,
beat,
ima fall backwards n still be on my feet,
no need the greed to feed the doings of dirty deeds,
ima come to chopping any emcee whenever off guard n wont see,
the greaves to teach the feels,
working on knees fighting for throne in the field,
i have ways to go to even get noticed for deals,
im just a rapper like you pushed down to neal,
we’re still painting underground pictures even now is still ideal,
im not gona stop for real,
i dont wana end up ina tree-o,
[Chorus]
Collo,
where’s the so called love,
where’s the promise these big rappers brought,
sending CD’s thro mail 2 them is wrong,
im just as ed as you
im ready to brawl,
come on Jamall bring your mom
and a couple of water bottles wit achol
[Verse 2]
oh oh,
over does on lyrical souls,
my words are to come out ur mouth n speak the spoke,
to put all my foes in da floor
so they dont effect the growth,
just think about da motion,
my powers of over flow potion,
still goin even if my voice is croakin,
meet me anywhere,here,chuckie cheese,i still beat u wit tokens,
slash so fast even ur bones have been broken,
im hulk holgan,
i speak wit words never spoken,
im Slim Grim and Encence to the dirty grave,
lets get out, hurry dave,
no feelin while driving,my nerves are tamed,
ill shoot my self at the last durby game,
crazier than the craziest insane,
drunk wita gun im trippin while tryin 2 aim,
click-boom just shot the Doc
n left me to face a glock or suck his ,
Hyperaptive just needs stop,
u live wit perfect parents,
u have enough money to inherit,
either shoot ur life or spare it,
im the one on top wit 20 inch gold carrots,
killin u n ur friend Garett,
cuz u gona be hearing me a lot,
u wish it was hard for u like Biggie n Pac,
dont write about how u pray 2 God,
u have no career cuz ur words caused it to flock,
Be-otch
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
im the from the new batch of rapperz,
straight outta da oven,
im the new generation,
facein anything to be facein,
killin a beat like Jason with the stabbin n chasin,
teeth anger n grazin,
time for the liberation,
elimination of the discremination,
whatcha mean bout Slim Sha losin his taste
u az have gone over board n just raped him 4 more 2 take
n u wonda why people begin 2 hate n end up not makin a mixtape
when people go on a man hunt wit Jake 2 drag wrong doin people 2 lakes
now u gota leave him alone
at least Slim Shady can think off da top of da dome or wita a harmful lyrical poem
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a little defending on Eminem and a little dissing on ‘Hyperaptive’ wanna be hardcore dude. NOT A RAPPER
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