88SkyLink - Spittin Overload
Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 7:02 am
Forgive my pen and page, its always a massacre with my ink
Yeah this be best up in this bitch, Also known as SkyLink
I be spitting so rightly, that I always make an East Turn
I drop too many bombs bitch you’d think Im middle Eastern
Spitting that sweet fire, like rubbing two logs of cinnamons
Lyrically so good, You’d need a thesaurus listing synonyms
So cold man, you’ll be shivering, by the bars Im delivering
Verbally monstrous, I be the cause of all this quivering
Spitting many lyrics, its like my tongue lets the river in
My bars go out of HAND man I beg someone to give a limb
The manuscript in which I encrypt causes the adrenaline
Fuck the haters, they’re just bigger pussies than a feminine,
A slutty version, of a non-virgin, seduced by sexual burdens
I’m urging, to kill haters with my shit, like Third-Reich Germans
As for all these vermins, allow me to spit this pesticide
IF being the best means being hated, then I’am best despised
Lyrically, this verse is too fly, the skies are evidence
My tongue is on a rampage, can’t you feel that toxic elegance?
Rapping without me, just gives the rap game no relevance
MY credentials are essential, qualities taken to higher elements
'Running 'this game as I 'shoot for the top', Olympian
I treat haters like NOTHING, show them NO LOVE, no Corinthian
I see things when I’m beating, every single beats in
Repeat the defeating, as I’m reaping haters with quotes intriguing
Perfection through my bars is what I’m really seeking
So I’m spitting with an overload, I swear my mouth is leaking
Best approach with caution, when I’m COACHING portions
Of PUNCHES that’ll FUCK you up like Freddy Roach in foursomes
You BASTARDS spit poor like Orphan, Got DEADly Posts no Mortem
Fuck what the Miz says man, cuz I’m more then awesome
Spit an Ounce so listen, The beast has pounced and Risen
White wash a bitch, make him suffer from albinism
Yeah I'm down when killing all these prowling villains
I’m ‘Nocturnal’ with my ‘bars’ like an ‘owl’ in ‘Prison’
Spit that pot of gold bitch, I don’t need no Irish luck
Lyrics are out of sight, I think I still got they iris stuck
I do that virus fuck, see the way Im COMING so hard with this ill shit
You know I be doing it so big, I don't think it'll still fits
Flow outta this world, words coming out from Jupiter
Spittin fire, but I aint shook no hands with Lucipher
Also spit ill, so these hater Im infesting, its interesting
How I spit non-stop SHIT kinda like a bad intestine
So if rappers claim they ill, then I must be the solution
I got ma shit spread out up in this bitch, canine pollution
You haters just washed off, just a bunch of ablution
Spitting fire on these haters, they just Boil (Boyle), like Susan
The lyrical king, still running this shit like ellipticals
The UNDERdog, ON TOP of haters, call that shit reciprocal
Still rippin all, haters like fraction, removing like subtraction
Performing miraculous actions with a pen, like my scriptures fuckin biblical
I mean Even devils outta Hells thinking “God Damn, Holy Shit!”
Shut ya mouth, put a sock in it bitch let me Mick Foley this
If you're new to the violence, like a group full of migrants
Best not repeat such inhumane acts, you'd sound better in silence
My bars are in plain black and white, ivories and Ebonies
You Kleptomaniac, tryna hide from me in your anemones
If you fuck clowns fishes think so, you're just lost, no nemo
Hit them with my knee pad, just to claim that I need (kneed) hoe
See my reign like photo, yall flow so, shook like snow globes
Spit so much, paralysing ya ears, leave ya with no lobes
This shit be sightseeing, and ya deaths is what Im touring
Came back so hard, leave ya spinal chord fallin
Let me blow my chest in piece, just to show you Im heartless
As you Rest in peace, make ya grave as ya apartment
So those who aint believing, are receiving what Im lyrically relieving
I’m like a tree in autumn man, cuz rappers are always leaving
Always create an exodus for every single rivals
On their arrival, the game aint dead, I started the revival
Yeah this be best up in this bitch, Also known as SkyLink
I be spitting so rightly, that I always make an East Turn
I drop too many bombs bitch you’d think Im middle Eastern
Spitting that sweet fire, like rubbing two logs of cinnamons
Lyrically so good, You’d need a thesaurus listing synonyms
So cold man, you’ll be shivering, by the bars Im delivering
Verbally monstrous, I be the cause of all this quivering
Spitting many lyrics, its like my tongue lets the river in
My bars go out of HAND man I beg someone to give a limb
The manuscript in which I encrypt causes the adrenaline
Fuck the haters, they’re just bigger pussies than a feminine,
A slutty version, of a non-virgin, seduced by sexual burdens
I’m urging, to kill haters with my shit, like Third-Reich Germans
As for all these vermins, allow me to spit this pesticide
IF being the best means being hated, then I’am best despised
Lyrically, this verse is too fly, the skies are evidence
My tongue is on a rampage, can’t you feel that toxic elegance?
Rapping without me, just gives the rap game no relevance
MY credentials are essential, qualities taken to higher elements
'Running 'this game as I 'shoot for the top', Olympian
I treat haters like NOTHING, show them NO LOVE, no Corinthian
I see things when I’m beating, every single beats in
Repeat the defeating, as I’m reaping haters with quotes intriguing
Perfection through my bars is what I’m really seeking
So I’m spitting with an overload, I swear my mouth is leaking
Best approach with caution, when I’m COACHING portions
Of PUNCHES that’ll FUCK you up like Freddy Roach in foursomes
You BASTARDS spit poor like Orphan, Got DEADly Posts no Mortem
Fuck what the Miz says man, cuz I’m more then awesome
Spit an Ounce so listen, The beast has pounced and Risen
White wash a bitch, make him suffer from albinism
Yeah I'm down when killing all these prowling villains
I’m ‘Nocturnal’ with my ‘bars’ like an ‘owl’ in ‘Prison’
Spit that pot of gold bitch, I don’t need no Irish luck
Lyrics are out of sight, I think I still got they iris stuck
I do that virus fuck, see the way Im COMING so hard with this ill shit
You know I be doing it so big, I don't think it'll still fits
Flow outta this world, words coming out from Jupiter
Spittin fire, but I aint shook no hands with Lucipher
Also spit ill, so these hater Im infesting, its interesting
How I spit non-stop SHIT kinda like a bad intestine
So if rappers claim they ill, then I must be the solution
I got ma shit spread out up in this bitch, canine pollution
You haters just washed off, just a bunch of ablution
Spitting fire on these haters, they just Boil (Boyle), like Susan
The lyrical king, still running this shit like ellipticals
The UNDERdog, ON TOP of haters, call that shit reciprocal
Still rippin all, haters like fraction, removing like subtraction
Performing miraculous actions with a pen, like my scriptures fuckin biblical
I mean Even devils outta Hells thinking “God Damn, Holy Shit!”
Shut ya mouth, put a sock in it bitch let me Mick Foley this
If you're new to the violence, like a group full of migrants
Best not repeat such inhumane acts, you'd sound better in silence
My bars are in plain black and white, ivories and Ebonies
You Kleptomaniac, tryna hide from me in your anemones
If you fuck clowns fishes think so, you're just lost, no nemo
Hit them with my knee pad, just to claim that I need (kneed) hoe
See my reign like photo, yall flow so, shook like snow globes
Spit so much, paralysing ya ears, leave ya with no lobes
This shit be sightseeing, and ya deaths is what Im touring
Came back so hard, leave ya spinal chord fallin
Let me blow my chest in piece, just to show you Im heartless
As you Rest in peace, make ya grave as ya apartment
So those who aint believing, are receiving what Im lyrically relieving
I’m like a tree in autumn man, cuz rappers are always leaving
Always create an exodus for every single rivals
On their arrival, the game aint dead, I started the revival
