
Originally Posted by
quickill
turn my headphones up, turn the mic down, I'm bout to get lost in the music...
# shaadow, yeah...
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Finally, a real opponent
Lemme break it down, components
I like to warm up slowly 'fore I own it
Make no mistake, it's nothin' short of greatness
You're waitin for my blasphemy, look at this catastrophe
Nothin we can do to stop this sh*t from this happening
Let the beat build as on-lookers look on happily
Defenseless, let words build up to horrendous
From horrible to terrible, I'm comin out your stereo
You're soft like trebble, I'm hard like bass
Like two shots form Tupac with my glock locked I shoot on your b*tch's face
Clear the f*ckin place, I'm at my own pace
So 'fore I head off to space, I'm bout to level this place
Sh*t, was a discrace, you're an excellent rapper, your mind set's a cage
But you're not in my place, not here or ever after
So after this sh*t's faded and we're both faces with no places to our names it's
My existance verse yours
You wrote sixteen bars
I wrote a whole song, yeah it's a long one
Tonight is a long one, rollin up with guns drawn
I like your word play, but it's nothin short of simple
Put some real meanin in your rhymes, make this sh*t real fool
Until I see emotions, you're like a lyric without a rhyme
All in due time, I watch this sh*t unravel
I go hard as gravel, word play's a hassle
So I save my best for last
Build up some tension, fore I really whip your ***..
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Suspension
Walkin' a tight rope
Lyrics like ammo, bout to get that night scope
You're talkin bout absurdity, nothin short of words to me
I'm everything you hope to be, you're cloaked to me, like it's supposed to be
Fearful
Drink another beer full
Then come at me with some real sh*t and we'll see if you're ready
Words not heavy, f*ck with your head - only if you let me
Only if you met me, you'd get the whole picture
Quickill no joke, rhymes deep and thicker than a fat b*tch's sister
So lemme hear what you really got 'fore I get the glock