I just found out via my homie Rogo that this song was on a blog! Huh? It's on hear-it-first.net!
And I personally dnt like how my vocals sound so just in case there is a time during this verse in which you mofo's dnt know what I'm saying..just click the above link and read along!
I'm far from the regular..bars that'll level ya, barge thru ya squad I'm too hard for competitors.
I got a whole armory..arson..etcetera, go blow for blow..and exchange scars with the predator.
call me one hell of a..guy with the eyes of a tiger, the heart of a lion when I ride on you nigers!
we shining..go cover up your eyes with some visors, I love hip-hop..watch me slide up inside her.
with no rubber..the flow butter now get the butter knife, watch me spread it over the beat..I bet you love it right?
real lyrics never a gimmick cause I'm the rugid type, get up off my genitals dog thats for my other wife.
I hug the mic like my life is depending on it, deliver shivers with a flow like December mornings.
it's so frios..bag em like do-ritos, you dudes never were real call em pino-chio.
As far as rap what you gonna do?, I never slack man I'm back on my number 2.
you falling short cause that's what all that slumber do, sleeping when you got room for improvement right in front of you.
I'm doing this for the Bronx..yea we here New York, HiCLAS is repping the Chi like he scared to talk.
You put the two together homie thats a scary thought, I'm on these haters like cologne..they trying to wear me off.
you was the first kid with Bow Wows newest poster, I'm looking now and thats the same thing you do with Soulja.
I was the kid with boiling water in his super soaker, got some loose screws..but I aint never lose composure.
my jams knock like a fat lady knees, more soul then a truck load of black a.c.g.'s
and we can do a one on one..ima hold mines, no Entourage for Ramzy..this is Showtime!
I got a whole armory..arson..etcetera, go blow for blow..and exchange scars with the predator.
call me one hell of a..guy with the eyes of a tiger, the heart of a lion when I ride on you nigers!
we shining..go cover up your eyes with some visors, I love hip-hop..watch me slide up inside her.
with no rubber..the flow butter now get the butter knife, watch me spread it over the beat..I bet you love it right?
real lyrics never a gimmick cause I'm the rugid type, get up off my genitals dog thats for my other wife.
I hug the mic like my life is depending on it, deliver shivers with a flow like December mornings.
it's so frios..bag em like do-ritos, you dudes never were real call em pino-chio.
As far as rap what you gonna do?, I never slack man I'm back on my number 2.
you falling short cause that's what all that slumber do, sleeping when you got room for improvement right in front of you.
I'm doing this for the Bronx..yea we here New York, HiCLAS is repping the Chi like he scared to talk.
You put the two together homie thats a scary thought, I'm on these haters like cologne..they trying to wear me off.
you was the first kid with Bow Wows newest poster, I'm looking now and thats the same thing you do with Soulja.
I was the kid with boiling water in his super soaker, got some loose screws..but I aint never lose composure.
my jams knock like a fat lady knees, more soul then a truck load of black a.c.g.'s
and we can do a one on one..ima hold mines, no Entourage for Ramzy..this is Showtime!
-Frankenstein
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