Just some random shit check it out
Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 7:02 pm
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/just- ... t5581.html
I got the Mic locked with the brace of a boa constrictor//
While you fakin, I'm earthquakin' bout to blow off the rictor//
Come over to your Kingdom and over throw you with scissors//
I know you a quitter that's why its easy for me to let a hole blow through your liver//
I represent something, like different colored bandanas//
Plus everywhere I go be packed, like brothas in the slammer//
Destroy ya career faster than the Shutters of a camera//
Pistol whippin the Feds, the under covers get the hammers//
I'm harming ya, taking ya mind as far as the, galaxy of Andromeda//
My fist strong enough to make you see black like I was bad for your Ocular//
When I deliver rhymes, I'll rock you from your liver to your spine//
If you oppose u get froze in time, unable to spit another line//
I remain hard and killin it, is strictly part of my image//
In parts, simplistic, but most of the time my rhymes deeper than the Laws of Physics//
Your rhymes don't work well like a microwave and a metal plate//
Your whole style whack, you belong with the rest of those fakes//
When I spit I'm like the difference between Harvard and New Mexico State//
I'm like the difference between the truth and liars//
I spit shit so hot I'll set the fuckin booth on fire//
I got the Mic locked with the brace of a boa constrictor//
While you fakin, I'm earthquakin' bout to blow off the rictor//
Come over to your Kingdom and over throw you with scissors//
I know you a quitter that's why its easy for me to let a hole blow through your liver//
I represent something, like different colored bandanas//
Plus everywhere I go be packed, like brothas in the slammer//
Destroy ya career faster than the Shutters of a camera//
Pistol whippin the Feds, the under covers get the hammers//
I'm harming ya, taking ya mind as far as the, galaxy of Andromeda//
My fist strong enough to make you see black like I was bad for your Ocular//
When I deliver rhymes, I'll rock you from your liver to your spine//
If you oppose u get froze in time, unable to spit another line//
I remain hard and killin it, is strictly part of my image//
In parts, simplistic, but most of the time my rhymes deeper than the Laws of Physics//
Your rhymes don't work well like a microwave and a metal plate//
Your whole style whack, you belong with the rest of those fakes//
When I spit I'm like the difference between Harvard and New Mexico State//
I'm like the difference between the truth and liars//
I spit shit so hot I'll set the fuckin booth on fire//