01-22-2003, 04:06 AM
Yo, check it
I’m probably the illest emcee you’ll ever wanna be
Lyrics tear your ass up like inmates performing sodomy
You think you king but that’s comedy accept my sovereignty
You so slow they do your videos with time lapse photography
I’m a ripper alias famous like Walter Sickert
Lyrical portraits imitate life so of course it’s vivid
Don’t explore my limits or I’ll leave you with a softened image
Like Ja Rule performing R & B spar with me
The CDIH army will perform lobotomy
Now you calmer but you ain’t cool enough to pierce my armor
I’m ill they can’t believe it’s me on the audio like Osama
I got my crew always at my back
Cause when I’m on the mic I like to beat a lot of pussy cats
You pussies lack the talent I spray millions of gallons
Of saliva on bystanders without blinkin my eyelids
The world’s finest servin it to ya raw like a seedy diner
Sick like catchin’ five diseases from one cheesy vagina
I stay totin the nine prepared to open your mind
Wack emcees sweat more salt than all the oceans combined
Go back to blowin the lines eyes buggin cocaine junkies
Cause this kind of sickness isn’t spread by green monkeys
Trust me I’ll hit you while you spittin turn your lyrics to blood
Leave you out in back of the club sample you hackin it up
I’m laughing because all you bitches are wacker than fuck
The young'ns sayin you ill but I suggest you give up
Edited By LyricalGomez on 1043208414
I’m probably the illest emcee you’ll ever wanna be
Lyrics tear your ass up like inmates performing sodomy
You think you king but that’s comedy accept my sovereignty
You so slow they do your videos with time lapse photography
I’m a ripper alias famous like Walter Sickert
Lyrical portraits imitate life so of course it’s vivid
Don’t explore my limits or I’ll leave you with a softened image
Like Ja Rule performing R & B spar with me
The CDIH army will perform lobotomy
Now you calmer but you ain’t cool enough to pierce my armor
I’m ill they can’t believe it’s me on the audio like Osama
I got my crew always at my back
Cause when I’m on the mic I like to beat a lot of pussy cats
You pussies lack the talent I spray millions of gallons
Of saliva on bystanders without blinkin my eyelids
The world’s finest servin it to ya raw like a seedy diner
Sick like catchin’ five diseases from one cheesy vagina
I stay totin the nine prepared to open your mind
Wack emcees sweat more salt than all the oceans combined
Go back to blowin the lines eyes buggin cocaine junkies
Cause this kind of sickness isn’t spread by green monkeys
Trust me I’ll hit you while you spittin turn your lyrics to blood
Leave you out in back of the club sample you hackin it up
I’m laughing because all you bitches are wacker than fuck
The young'ns sayin you ill but I suggest you give up
Edited By LyricalGomez on 1043208414