It's May 23, 2024, 09:15:07 AM
u need the flow of 60 mc'z to reach my rap-style-level// even atlantis cant cool me down, when im spiittin flame like the devil// try to battle me is like messin with a 400 pound lyric-treasure// be prepared with drugs, cuz my flow gonna cauze heart-attack// You cant "Cee" my flow when i "Ride" and spittin lyrical bullets worldwide//
CeeRidethere've been suckas before you crossing my stronghold/ i taught em to respect, like PFC's n drill sergeants/ your raps are science-fictious - untrue like false statements/ i take a sip of listerine, spit in your face, destroy ya bad breath/ facin me means gettin spanked now take back fag-stance/ dont enter my complex section of interpretation of raps/ make ya soul collapse as i penetrate your state like normandie in france/ rougher than a navy-fleet, eat yo ass like a candy-treat/ go back on vacation, just got served n marked as obsolete/ CeeRide battled em all, while u were gone i got sophisticated/ lettin out rage as i proceed to scare ya off/ more horrifying than a 60's thriller by alfred hitchcock/