Instrumental Used:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDIM0T4iDJI
First Verse Comes In: 0:55
Second Verse Comes In: 2:12
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Combat:
(HOOK)
Step to this, now b!tch we got a showdown.
It's a rodeo, and b!tch we got a ho down.
Beazy-b, the name that gets around town.
Spitting for that capital, my lyrics become pronouns.
Everyone knows, I don't pass it, I throw.
Ripples in the ocean next to hurricane flow.
You're all tell and no show, I think I've seen this before.
I'm the janitor that mops your clientele on the floor.
Any fukking rapper can just talk the talk.
But only I can show you how to walk the walk.
You can always find me teaching in the school of hard knox.
Blackboards spit the rhymes as I flow with the chalk
You can't spit a line; when you're stuck in the back of it.
Flowing in slow motion just for you to see your lack of it.
A brand new day and I'm beazy at the crack of it.
Hater where's your mind? 'Cause you must be losing track of it.
(HOOK)
Lyrical flow that takes you all for a ride.
With its pedal to the metal, better step aside.
"How did beazy spit the illest rhymes of his time?"
Easy answer man, I'm Dr. Seuss in disguise.
Like a gun I reload, like a bomb I explode.
Leave shitty rappers in the dust they're bound to erode.
Yet they act like they know the fukking rap game fo sho.
And their simple minded shitty fans keep asking for mo'.
Way beyond your reach, I'm at the edge of the universe.
You're bat-sh!t out of luck, should consider me a fukking curse.
Flow that's resurrecting, Frankenstein with multi-verse.
The illest man alive and incurable by any nurse.