by MC Ghosty Sat Jan 07, 2012 8:20 pm
You will never put me down, out show and flow ya
Enough bullshit, you fools are nothing but toy soldiers
Ya flow’s colder, I could still beat you when I’m not sober
You just organised racket, that I’m about to take over
This so-called emcee shouldn’t even step any closer
He’ll say he’s ill, but couldn’t even be seen standing his ground
Isn’t it funny that his man is about to be handing his crown
To me. I ain’t playing when I’m saying that force you retire
Once I get my lyrical gats spraying, I’ve got the fire that you desire
But will never be able to require you ain’t flyer, or getting any higher
You made a mistake, that’s great but I’m the once deciding your fate
You been lying mate, your style’s declining into a long comatose state
You ain’t hitting the stops, and spitting words with the force of glocks
But being on a construction site is the only time you rocking the blocks
I’m a known murderer, you leaving this site like a fired construction worker
As soon as the word go I flow so hard, but you don’t wanna push me further
You slipping like crime rate, you'll never be the illest with the that rhyme rate
You stepping out of line mate, if you think that's dope, you ain't got a mind state