Battle
• Written by ItsTheory
When I rip it so viciously, second or minute, commit a crime, spit a rhyme, time ain't infinite,
when I spit it and split it like spliffs when lit it, the imagery vividly painted the pictures,
I'm vicious, a menace, I grimace, you cower, I make sure it's tight every minute or hour
I tear it apart and send straight to yo heart and make sure that your rap has limited power,
you couldn't fit in syllables like I do, you countin' your blessings, that's one and two,
and when I'm runnin' through I spit it so fast that I pass, never slow down for none of you
I tear apart father, son, and crew, and when I rip it I'mma send it to you, money blew,
like your wife did to this white kid, have me servin' life bids in a jail cell 'cuz it's true
I hang around them junkie fiends, brass monkey, y'all think that's funny please,
and when you fuck around you should look around, not down, see me under them money trees,
when I'm ribbin I'm rippin like scissors on ribbons, the wizard is back, y'all won't let me finish,
I'm mixin' my potion, emotion, devotion, and skill, take pills, I'm ill, you're finished
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ItsTheory
Member since January 5 2014