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AlerG:
holdin no hostages, my apocolypse, is shockin this/
world, to the point where emcees melt like chocolate/
hot to death, never stop for breath/
i gotta be the best until the cops arrest me/
i'm, number one with a gunshot/
i run blocks and spit lyrical ammo till your tongue flops/
better get this rapper viagra for his lyric spitter/
tellin all y'all dudes gonna fear the rippa/
crept in the door and the cipher seemed lifeless/
point me the way where the motherfuckin mic is/
5 mics in my hand like i was illmatic/
overdose of my heroin lyrics could kill addicts/
cause my skill is like basic mathematics/
yours is like the finest coke, subtract the addicts/
half my status, from tearin bullshit to far fetched fullclips/
better duck when a fool spit/
my blueprints is ruthless/
and sicker than an infected pussy with loose lips/

peace, i'm out.

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
Here's a lil intro...........check it..........

I rep my city and my county/
415, an unbreakable family/
Brand new dinasty/
Far from the normality/
We kick ass like Bruce Lee/
Or the good old shaolin Jet Li/
We have the power of Bill Gates/
Got cars fast and furious drivin at high rates/
GMB new Mitsubitchi/
Or tha gold 1/2 million lamborgini/
We got niggas in tha bay way more gangsta than Tray deeezi/

As 4 rappin I neva miss a beat/
Alwayz be droppin heat/
I make u bump yo head & put yo hands up in tha air/
Or in yur girlfriend's underwear/
This world needs more peeps like me cause im very rare/

Now why must muthafuckas in here hate on me everytime I drop a line/
I guess it's cause I speak tha truth and got a style dats hard to find..............

AlerG:
your style ain't hard to find, it's just hard to find good/
i tear apart your mind/
let your intellectual scatter across the floor/
cook you like a steak, that's what the HP sauce is for/
as for rappin you missed the beat/
candy coated motherfucker like trick or treat/
talking bout power like bill gates, i still take/
and cut you open, enough blood there to fill lakes/
i eat off of every last lyric you spit/
i'm like blood mary 3 times, bringin spirits and shit/
you ain't drivin at high rates, why wait/
try to escape, you'll understand why i'm a die great/
now you wonder why you hated when you drop a line/
cause to this day, you a failed to drop a proper rhyme/
to worried bout dealin with cops and crime/
hidin under the sheets scared to pop a nine/
fuck a keystyle i'm dyin for beef/
hidin from me, while steady straight cryin for peace/
lyin to peeps sayin you gangsta than trey deee/
i'm the rap god son so you pray to me/
pray to be what i am, never frontin with ice wrist/
i'm priceless, stab you with an ice pick over nice kicks/
bite this, heightless helium gassed rapper/
you have ta be the wackest emcee up in my chapter/
past ya, my brain waves, contain rage, the same rage/
as addicts get when cocaine's blazed/

i'm iller, peace.

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:

U should name this AlerG V.S tha7th......cause it's on.......

Rhymin Shit wit spit, Oh shit, u real original/
Even Monica Lewinsky looks down on u and calls yo ass pitiful/
Just because ya' best sex was wit 67 year old infested slut/
You obsessed wit pregancy so you keep takin dildo up da butt/
Yur attacks rage in da past tense/
I endeavor by concentratin on current events/
Once in a while I might even blow yo mind wit some future essence/

Here's tha truth/
Tha "PAC" inside me is bout 2 get loose/
Ima do u like Nicole Brown, kill u 4 juice/
Son cover yur ears cause I rhyme too drastic/
Fuck Fabolos, Im Fantastic/
I know Im tha most hated/
But I rather be dat  than be like u...OverRated/
Ima steal yur wack ass Flows rite now and DONATE it..........

AlerG:
i donate a grave for the corpse of this emcee/
who steps to me, with wack weaponry, and allegedly/
gonna use pacs name in a rhyme/
son your juice goes no deeper than grape, stop lyin/
you rate based on what, son i'm underrated/
a mic, a dick and two balls, your mother ate it/
you get the best of what, talkin bout infested sluts/
your chin looks like a good place to rest these nuts/
you don't rhyme drastic, wanna get your ass kicked/
spitten stupid bout sex toys made with plastic/
i thought this was a battle, rattle you with my snake bite/
i make tight emcees look like they raped right/
obsessed with pregnancy what the fuck did that mean/
i do fuck women in phat jeans but what the fuck did that mean/
fuck the past tense, i'm passed your level newjack/
put my foot in your bitch ass after i had my shoewaxed/

peace.

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