Elite Comeback

[M Dogg™]

These little kids trying to get Elite riches, hey DayGoStyLZ how it feel to get Elite second hand bitchs/
Like when your girl first fucked your friend no difference, achive are status man get more realistic wishes/
See this is the difference between hoes and real, 'cause real does what the fuck they feel/
We ain't the type to hold back you dissed us big deal, just reloud with some people that are known to Kill/
But fuck it, let me point out bitch made, 'cause I known this person ever since back in the day/
This is a kid I coulda had went all out on, but I took it easy 'cause I thought our friendship was never gone/
But I-Bo lets face it you only good for using, 'cause little bitch always crys when losing/
So cocky you talk all this mad trash, but when you can't back it up you retire and hide your face in ass/
I could have got personal really fasted, you copies styles well I'm original like Grandmaster Caz/
Lee cried about Rippa like he lost his lover, finally came out the closet from being gay undercover/
Get all butt hurt well take off them butt huggers, wait you should be fine 'cause you got you main lover/
Ain't that sweet, a crew with a rainbow name, now gots a rainbow couple to go together all the same/
I ain't even caring no more bring you best, better yet for my lyrics you better bring a vest/
'Cause my lyrics leave holes in your lungs, as words can hit harder than any bullet from a gun/

Nothing much, just a warm up... waiting to see which one steps up first for the battle. Funny, we just got the WCC Cup, and now we got all this hate, step up.

[ZILLA THA GOODFELLA]

Comin at U soon wit a new mixture, Hangin clouds up like a fixture/
Turn tha table around and split suckaz like a swisha/
Now did ya, think U can get away and plot behind tha cuts?
Hell nah, Can't fade these Vets, please get of these nuts/
Waitin on tha Lyrical Royal Rumble/
I see U bitches behing da scenes stumple, But I shake U hataz like Running Backs/
Kickin up more dust than Carl Lewis Running Tracks/
Yur whole defensive line can't stop my rhymes/
I leave tricks flatline wit columbine lines, And crack spines/
I leave U cats numb like morphine/ Your Team, can step and get blazed like Nicotine/
Sunk like submarines by a fuckin marine/
Im 18, And bout 2 blow up like kerosene, Cuz my flows be hittin like a pipe wit no smoke screen.......





Fuc it......Just warming Up.......

[Koncept]

it's the lyrical sand man, have a nice dream//
Elite, the supreme regime, mesures extreme//
we kill inside out, simaler to nicoteen//
i make haters scream for my james bond laser beam//
Elite up on ya like a surgical team, rippin you like seams//
thought ya were a vet but your horns are green//