Decepticon
Platin Status
- Registriert
- 20. Juni 2001
- Beiträge
- 11.291
aiyo
i explode on impact with whack mc s and wanabees just like a granade
ill mind state +
i m more deadly the concentration camps i shut down rap pros slap em
like hoes **** all the wanabee rap pros i stomp through the swamps of the underground provided with dope sound slayin haters like a butcher kamikaze style hit with verbal lasers like a killa satelite stab backstaber brack the necks of snakes and fakes
spit verbal rhyme sperm like the maniac from hannibal
the rhyme cannibal eat up my foes don t claim the rap throne
but love the microphone neva talk about smokin weed or ****in hoes
i hit harder then the us artilerie gurilla warfare with tactics like vietkong i m strong like a boulder quick to rip of ur shoulder
my words spray like a ak i hate players,ballers,hoes bitches and pimps stomp em with my timbs i also kill fake rap fanatics first analyze em through my telephatics
all that because hiphop is my life its warm and lovin like a good wife
hardcore battleshit but what i say i mean its not a dream
my flow hits like a bullet splashin brains on the floor open up
every door roar like a battlecat cause ma rap is phat
i m a cool cat galvatron is the name
right the maniac decepticon is back to attack and hack wannabees like trees i blast off like 100million dicks yo try to diss me piss at me
neva be the austrian hardcore mc not pimp c word to marc i bark
like a pitbull break ya hull penetratin ur skull i lace my rhymes with butta like spaghetti i even know mutha****as who don t like "mass appeal" kiddies u don t know what's fake and what s real but i offer u a deal start updatin ya mind like the rest of the mankind or die with ur wu-tang toy rap and ur mutha****in z endins like i kill wack punkz and threw em in trunkz burry em and shit on em yo i slam like bambam the mutha****in man i hate slang snatch ya fake ring i kill all the bling bling mc s look bad like whoopy when i hit em in the head with the coolness of snoopy yeah all the fake role players children judge em like a good or bad tradin card man that s not part of the art
we are in hiphop not in pop so don t judge bling bling oh i forgot to all the superhard gangstas and ghettoprangsters damn slangsters i spit and hit like a
45 protect my life without weapons or a knife cause i have and respect intalect the rhyme architect kickin anotha real fact
check fo me like e-mail cause i prevail set the trail
control the mic like adolf hitler with the illness of the riddler
i ain t on some nazi shit just drop dope lines include hardcore rhymes i m like a bowling ball u can t stop me when i be rollin around attackin with mad phat sound yeah all nice girls show ya titties
my dream to like em like ice-cream but i aint no so called porno
mc nor a immature teen or a weed feem it s time to fullfill my wishes
serv em like dishes to those pig mc s and posers a prophet like moses
4 years now i have spent travellin in the ways of hiphop not hiphop
many mc s different styles check 1 2 where s my crew i commin thru iller then the early wu and it s sad i also have to tell my own man how to step into the jam first u gotta learn how to flow become a pro then u can diss
cause when u miss it s fatal
i explode on the mic when i reload my verbal gat blastin of ya head
like a thunderstorm i blaze in ya face i need space that was my rhyme and remember i dont try to shine i m prime time like on tv
just a ill hardcore mc
i explode on impact with whack mc s and wanabees just like a granade
ill mind state +
i m more deadly the concentration camps i shut down rap pros slap em
like hoes **** all the wanabee rap pros i stomp through the swamps of the underground provided with dope sound slayin haters like a butcher kamikaze style hit with verbal lasers like a killa satelite stab backstaber brack the necks of snakes and fakes
spit verbal rhyme sperm like the maniac from hannibal
the rhyme cannibal eat up my foes don t claim the rap throne
but love the microphone neva talk about smokin weed or ****in hoes
i hit harder then the us artilerie gurilla warfare with tactics like vietkong i m strong like a boulder quick to rip of ur shoulder
my words spray like a ak i hate players,ballers,hoes bitches and pimps stomp em with my timbs i also kill fake rap fanatics first analyze em through my telephatics
all that because hiphop is my life its warm and lovin like a good wife
hardcore battleshit but what i say i mean its not a dream
my flow hits like a bullet splashin brains on the floor open up
every door roar like a battlecat cause ma rap is phat
i m a cool cat galvatron is the name
right the maniac decepticon is back to attack and hack wannabees like trees i blast off like 100million dicks yo try to diss me piss at me
neva be the austrian hardcore mc not pimp c word to marc i bark
like a pitbull break ya hull penetratin ur skull i lace my rhymes with butta like spaghetti i even know mutha****as who don t like "mass appeal" kiddies u don t know what's fake and what s real but i offer u a deal start updatin ya mind like the rest of the mankind or die with ur wu-tang toy rap and ur mutha****in z endins like i kill wack punkz and threw em in trunkz burry em and shit on em yo i slam like bambam the mutha****in man i hate slang snatch ya fake ring i kill all the bling bling mc s look bad like whoopy when i hit em in the head with the coolness of snoopy yeah all the fake role players children judge em like a good or bad tradin card man that s not part of the art
we are in hiphop not in pop so don t judge bling bling oh i forgot to all the superhard gangstas and ghettoprangsters damn slangsters i spit and hit like a
45 protect my life without weapons or a knife cause i have and respect intalect the rhyme architect kickin anotha real fact
check fo me like e-mail cause i prevail set the trail
control the mic like adolf hitler with the illness of the riddler
i ain t on some nazi shit just drop dope lines include hardcore rhymes i m like a bowling ball u can t stop me when i be rollin around attackin with mad phat sound yeah all nice girls show ya titties
my dream to like em like ice-cream but i aint no so called porno
mc nor a immature teen or a weed feem it s time to fullfill my wishes
serv em like dishes to those pig mc s and posers a prophet like moses
4 years now i have spent travellin in the ways of hiphop not hiphop
many mc s different styles check 1 2 where s my crew i commin thru iller then the early wu and it s sad i also have to tell my own man how to step into the jam first u gotta learn how to flow become a pro then u can diss
cause when u miss it s fatal
i explode on the mic when i reload my verbal gat blastin of ya head
like a thunderstorm i blaze in ya face i need space that was my rhyme and remember i dont try to shine i m prime time like on tv
just a ill hardcore mc
