[Lish] My rhyme styles bout to be very legendary This aint Salt N Pepa but its very necessary Please dont come wack, thinkin that you can compare me To any of these cats, youll get beat and fuckin buried Think that you can beat me? Go see the secretary Stand in line, write some rhymes, keep em in your headpiece Your styles kinda stale, yo you need something refreshing Take a sip of this, it isnt 7Up or Pepsi Take a puff of that, its either ganja or sinse What in your head makes you think that you can stress me Ill be rockin mics, only one youll havell be ....testing.... 1,2, what kind of game is this? We stay up like some smoke like guerillas in the mist You and these fuckin amateurs are clowns up in the mix Dont even get on top of this, well clown you fuckin pricks Before you bounce, you can put a crown on top of this My dome piece, you rome streets, go drown in the abyss [Smevz] These MCs are all the same, hear it on repeat for ages Like so long dental plan, Lisa needs braces Whether dude or a dame, you gotta stay true to the game But we could all talk about it til were blue in the face Whys everybody bickerin? I cant stop snickerin The lights are all flickerin, I think the acids kickin in Youre actin so hard when you really come wack And youre rappin like you hold the mic in your butt crack My mind flows with notes and it just goes to show That I dont know if what I wrote was poetry or prose I can still say you just wanna get fame Cuz what you spits lame, your flow is the beats shitstain Insane to think that getting heinously famous Gets you watertight holes like Greg Lougainis anus Well this flow is flambe, it hits like Bombay When I bust it interrupts like my name was Kanye And listen to all of these fuckin naysayers Mumblin their bullshit like some fat eighth graders [Lish] Like Farmer John links, fuck what you think I wanna pound that poontang up until it stinks Breakfast, OJ and coffee servin two drinks Blinkin and rappin in morse code, see if you blink Fuck what you think, its our recital, our year Selfmade, revival skills right here If you thinkin otherwise, step to the rear Fuck out of here! We aint playin around right here [Smevz] You oughtta smack back with a fat rap Cuz if you spat back a wack attack Id laugh instead of rap back Im like an enigma and riddle wrapped in a mystery With raps in cuneiform, heiroglyphics, and calligraphy Was chillin with a girl into indie named Mindy Fed her pet gremlin whiskey and the little bastard bit me Though when youve got this much skill, it aint easy to fail Youd think that writing rhymes was my thesis at Yale [Lish] I feel your rhymes are kinda stale Just like Monopoly, go straight to jail Do not pass go, no two hundred dollars Fuckin scoundrels, chumps, and fake ballers [Smevz] Kinda awkward just to watch ya while you try to rock it proper Im a scholar, this a slaughter, man Im sorry that I bothered [Lish] You aint embarrassed enough yet? Compared to these punks, bet Its apparent they aint prepared cuz theyre preparin these dumb threats [Smevz] They steppin, pretendin we stressin like they gonna best us Im guessin these jesters forgettin we too damn infectious [Lish] These chumps are so precious, determined to wreck this [Smevz] The lesson is that at any given minute well end this
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