Short Keystylee
Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 3:20 am
Step Up N Imma Concussion-Ya-Frame, Be Crushin'-Ya-Brain.
There Ain't No Rust-In-My-Game, Imma BLow Up Like Combustion-To-Flames.
Yall Can't Get Enough-Of-My-Name, So At The Top Imma Fuckin'-Remain.
When I Start-The-Beginin', I Lyrically Take The Heart-From-The-Livin'.
Rip You Apart N People Do What I Say Like A Martyr's-Opinion.
Imma Lyricall Storm I'll Burn You WIth The Heat-From-Earth,
When You Were Born God Said He SHoulda Took Your Speech-At-Birth.
Everytime You Speak-A-Verse, Everyone's Like "He's-The-Worst".
I Seem To Make My Words-Lord, Slash N Cut You Like Curved-Swords.
Leave Ya Fuckin' Nerves-Sore, Stay Up Top Where The Birds-Soar.
My Pen Is Like Dope In A Needle, Well You're Broken-N-Feeble,
I'll Start Chokin'-Ya-Breathe-Hole, You N A Mic Is Like The Pope-N-The-Evil.
There Ain't No Rust-In-My-Game, Imma BLow Up Like Combustion-To-Flames.
Yall Can't Get Enough-Of-My-Name, So At The Top Imma Fuckin'-Remain.
When I Start-The-Beginin', I Lyrically Take The Heart-From-The-Livin'.
Rip You Apart N People Do What I Say Like A Martyr's-Opinion.
Imma Lyricall Storm I'll Burn You WIth The Heat-From-Earth,
When You Were Born God Said He SHoulda Took Your Speech-At-Birth.
Everytime You Speak-A-Verse, Everyone's Like "He's-The-Worst".
I Seem To Make My Words-Lord, Slash N Cut You Like Curved-Swords.
Leave Ya Fuckin' Nerves-Sore, Stay Up Top Where The Birds-Soar.
My Pen Is Like Dope In A Needle, Well You're Broken-N-Feeble,
I'll Start Chokin'-Ya-Breathe-Hole, You N A Mic Is Like The Pope-N-The-Evil.