spiTZz
im an individual, wit visuals you cant handle//is tha phylisophical gangsta, leavin ya mind in shambles//gamble ya life away like fiends in vegas//dawg, you cant shake this//i make this freestylin shit look easy//believe me, nobody will escape from the fate that awaits//im irate, when it comes to battlin niggas i hate//you cant penetrate my rymes, i infiltrate ya mind//spit all of ya best lines and found out you still wasnt beaten mine//im tha king, you my peasent//givin you a life sentence in rap prison for spittin wack lyrics in ma presence//tension builds, stand still like a statue//comin at you wit metaphors neva seen or heard before//you's a "herb" to the "CoRe", 44 at ya face, dont even think about fighten me//cause i got tha glocks wit the infered i-beaM//that'll put bullets in ya eyes like drops of visine//yall stay underground, think of me highly//quietly creepin up on niggas and pullin triggers//shootin up like good NasdaQ figures//hit ya wit sKriptures, im quick to rip on MC imitators//raisin the the skill level like escalators//ya mind stay in tha elevator cause you aint on my level//i settle any battle wit tha dome and mental shit//(not the chrome and metal shit)get niggas on they bikes and peddle quick...
posted by LYRICAL LADY B.K.A SCORPIO POET @ 5:28 AM
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