West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Fraxxx on January 29, 2014, 09:17:47 AM
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I body ya whole barrio, try to find an MC/
That wanted to go against me from the jump like Super Mario/
Your heart's racin like you doin cardio/
Cuz like your first cycle it's hard to not acknowledge the mighty flow/
Oh - now your confidence kinda low/
Like you're outta blow cuz your incompetence kinda show/
Ya ho told me in confidence that my raps get her panties wet/
That's incontinence on the low/
The fuckin castle round her heart, yeah I conquered it/
I had her shakin like high voltage on some Blanka shit/
No competition - underground or prominent/
A little common sense and you can sense why I'm that dominant/
Lava spit, hottest shit, I should get a little bit mo moderate/
But no matter who started shit, my motto is, kill 'em wit hollow tips/
Empty sentences that a split yo wig regardless/
Love I lost long ago, now I'm heartless
Ya see I gotta be - about as sick as gonorrhea/
I write quicker than a di - va's turnin stripper when I met her/
Even Snickers can't compete - with the amount of bars I feed ya/
Look I took Crook classes, you ain't never seen a teacher/
And I never see defeat a - pparently I need a pair o glasses/
So gimme a double shot of Tequila/
You go pop like a heater, I stay hot like a fever but/
When I drop, I rise to the top - definitely weird, huh?/
Tracks I slaughter, rappers oughta - be aware o the peckin order/
I'm packin mo heat - than even police - at the Texan border/
Sorta - like a Mexican, you can't afford to get caught I/
Normally say I son MC's but you more like a daughter/
And even when I come in peace, motherfuckas run and flee/
Cuz they know Fraxxx from the dark side, ain't no sun in me (sonnin') me/
But still I outshine you, skills are Cloud 9/
That's heaven for all o my brethren that are bout rhymes
Feedback is appreciated.
Or competition.