When Multies Attack
Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 4:44 am
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Ive Perfected my Speech, I Inject In Unique heat when I eat this beat Infected wit Beef,
Ive Selected to Be, the Ghost wit no Reflection to See like that dumb fuck in the Pres-i-Den-Cy,//
So Im Checkin yuh Plee, when I stab you in yuh Neck and yuh Knees and Injest yuh Chest wit Disease,
Jus to Be what Im Destined to Be, an MC creatin a Heaven for G's, but I aint the Center of Peace,//
Im gettin Nickle -n- Dimed, feelin lost like a Riddle Confined to be in the Middle of Crimes,
Spittin rhymes that'll Tickle yuh Spine, in the mist of the Tricklin Times i got shit that'll Stick to yuh Minds,//
Ima eat yuh flesh Thin-Till yuh Dyin, Wit-Illed up Lines like Six-Pills a Time to Whittle yuh Blind,
I dont need Pixills to Shine, cuz yall to Brittle to Find so I Fittle wit Rhymes jus to Giggle Inside,//
I Mix -n- Match, Tricks wit Tracks, so until I Fix my Facts get hit wit jussa Jist of Rap thru the Sickest Spat,
I Risk Attacks when I lack to Lift the Mac, switch blades will Rip the Backs of wack Aristacrats im sicker than a Bitch Wit the Clap,//
Ive Perfected my Speech, I Inject In Unique heat when I eat this beat Infected wit Beef,
Ive Selected to Be, the Ghost wit no Reflection to See like that dumb fuck in the Pres-i-Den-Cy,//
So Im Checkin yuh Plee, when I stab you in yuh Neck and yuh Knees and Injest yuh Chest wit Disease,
Jus to Be what Im Destined to Be, an MC creatin a Heaven for G's, but I aint the Center of Peace,//
Im gettin Nickle -n- Dimed, feelin lost like a Riddle Confined to be in the Middle of Crimes,
Spittin rhymes that'll Tickle yuh Spine, in the mist of the Tricklin Times i got shit that'll Stick to yuh Minds,//
Ima eat yuh flesh Thin-Till yuh Dyin, Wit-Illed up Lines like Six-Pills a Time to Whittle yuh Blind,
I dont need Pixills to Shine, cuz yall to Brittle to Find so I Fittle wit Rhymes jus to Giggle Inside,//
I Mix -n- Match, Tricks wit Tracks, so until I Fix my Facts get hit wit jussa Jist of Rap thru the Sickest Spat,
I Risk Attacks when I lack to Lift the Mac, switch blades will Rip the Backs of wack Aristacrats im sicker than a Bitch Wit the Clap,//