Author Topic: ...public service annoucement... (Read 135 times)

da_notorious_mack · « **on:** January 17, 2004, 02:13:50 PM »

M Dogg

Listen, I'm untouchable but you still can feel me, my lyrics ain't ToNe Def 'cause punchlines stamp my delievery/
It's M Dogg, back and reheated, just keep seated, as you listen to the only rapper that can end AlerG season/
I'm like a fantasy dragon, spiting fire with every breath, only with pants that sag son, and lyrics like shots to the chest/
I come through with hands balled in a fist and slit wrist, undead 'cause I'm Elite bitch straight from an abyss/
It's I.E., ask TimeLock with part of Cali is better, don't try me, 'cause DayGo is played out like Old English letter/
Just 'cause your city was Up In Smoke don't make you classic, I.E. got that really Chronic shit not Mex stress shit/
Toney is like a white girl, everyone gets to beat it, that's why he ducks from battles, afraid he'll get defeated/
Now I'm with the Big Mack, Elite roster getting brighter, well you're all wigged off crack, you should just retire/

Mack

Mack Milli drop by...now watch the cypher escalate..
put it straight to ya chest..watch ya hyper ventialate..
i tried to demonstrate..how ta be ever so hood...
THIS COMIN FROM A K.I.N.G..DAWGS WE WAS NEVER AS GOOD..
watch me sever wack crooks..you a oddity wit sodomy talk..
ya oughta be shot..call yaself TECH cus ya "wanna be cocked"..
ya logically not..hard when i brake ya sediment bones...
cloud 9 cum back..an shit again it a joke..
ill stick my pen in ya throat..take the rent an the dope..
hit a perfect 10 wit the scope..all this down to...
my WEAK-seekin missiles...oh i guess they found you..
ill dent ya brain on centerstage while elite watch on entertained..
im here to end ya reign..i eat emcees like they edible entities..
i aint rappin bout guns no mo...now i got chemical weaponry!..
im deadin yall enemies..leave yall dead...still in the streets..
use to be an ELITE KILLLA but now i KILL FA ELITE!..

whut!..its on nowwwwwwwww...

AlerG · « **Reply #1 on:** January 19, 2004, 01:02:54 AM »

is this kid dead or alive, check his pulse-g/
M thinks he'll trample on the season, this kid can't even spit a multi/
but fuck it, you callin me out, i'm sure you find me/
you ain't showing no lyrical skill, still stuck in the early ninty's/
you spit soft, fucken rip off them posts ain't worth checkin/
choke him with his mic chord, throw him in the hurst second/
everytime you punch a bar, the result is a wack outcome/
go 'head, compare yourself to a reasonable doubt, but you're nothing more than a black album/

peace.