Sccit diss for summer 2016... something to ride to in the summer time

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Don't take it personal cuzzzin... just some hip-hop battlin shit (I know you understand)... you know I got love for you homie... hell, I even supported your album (unlike some others)....gee wiz.. who knows... maybe one day we can even be friends again  


Sccit, yo he played out/
oft and layed out/
got um in the back of my trunk
ducked and sprayed out/
fuck wit Infinite
I bust your shit/
your bitch can get ate out
about your sexuality
we stay in doubt/
bout mines you shouldn't question
just a suggestion/
for I cut off your esophagus
and make you beg for your breath man
Think you King like that Petey
I ain't feeling that
I snatch the crown off
with the head attatched/
Make where you stay at
look like the front cover
of Dre's first album from Aftermath
naw you can't fuck with that
you just a little skit
and I'm the track
better yet I'm the full length album
your album dawg
I've been searching for but ain't found (man)/
better come with somethin better to rebound/
but only rebound you get
is smoking blunts and playing 2K
sorry dawg but that horrorcore shit is played/
Bunch of wanna be gangstaz tryin to be down/
stay down guess that's why you call your music underground/
guess you can't be gangsta so now you horror/
guess you got "evil and good side"/
you got one side—and that's bent over/
guess you hung over or absorbed too many pills/
Your music is so scary—it gives me the chills/
fuck it dawg, I don't know whether to laugh or cry/
when you had a cd even Petey didn't even buy!

 

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

Where u at cuzzin
Ain't no future in your frontin
Save the pre-madonna drama
You ain't ever done proved nothing
So you a star cause you spit some bars
In baller houses of rich kid homes
Niccaz ain't gonna respect it unless it was on your own
So try claimin somethin else
Or else hiphop will call you out
We seperate real from those in doubt
And if you can't respond
And let your producer diss your mom
But can't forgive a broke homie when he has to get gone
Cause he sending money on the regular to his baby mom
And he ain't got time to fuck around
With mutherfuckaz playing the role of clownz
So find another sucka for your ego trip
Or trip enough acid till you really believe your bullshit
But believe it's all hype
When you can't even battle me
Cause you think you larger than life
But one battle victory of mine in public
Was worth more than all your frontin
So holler back when I call you out
Or else I say fuck you ficca cause your album sold nothin!