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New Emcee coming out of canada... just getting started
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,705
Peak in subgenre #3,063
Author
Individual (One mc)
Rights
2003 Common Cause Inc
Uploaded
November 27, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 1.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
vs inn deppth
this fool is guessing, spit, ill school your best shit
and take depth out this tournie like 2 dimensions
newbies stepping, to a pro on the mic
im showing the light, with rudolphs nose you wouldnt be glowing as bright
flowing so tight, im holding my ground
inn depth needs to be a dentist to be holding the crown
claiming your ill whenever your practicing lying
i'm charging up your verse to get a positive ID (Inn Deppth)
you're already dying, its the pain of defeat
put your face on the base of a drum to stay on the beat
you've got guts I'll admit that, just to play this game man
but you're brave and out of date like couragous cavemen
outragous gay fans come support your lame band
you came wack, i'm all over inn deppth like name brands
hit you when you sneeze and leave damaged tissues
attack mother nature just to give you family issues
granite hits you, when you try to rock on the track
bomb you with a textbook and drop you with facts
what's hotter than that dog, just try and get it straight
this battles like your nature, you come in second place
this kids messed, like the site without dartz, your spit left
i'll drown you with my flow so you're really in depth
his head, clueless on whats going through it
i'm out of this world, inn depth is only human
it's stupid thinking you ever could contest
battling me is a die job like black men with blonde heads
now im being honest when i say this
the only depth your always up in is your anus
i'm getting famous, by dissing you bitches
even though its round 2, ill still fit you with stitches
listen, you winning seems hopeless dude
do what you did in round 1 and get your crew to vote for you
slow pursuit, you need help catching up to me
i could be in deppth and you still couldn't fuck with me
rushing(russian) speach, you spit a different language b
ima leave you out to dry just so you can hang with me
your acting wilds gone cramp your style
ill show up at your funeral and crack a smile
and that's denial, thinking you could probably win
what the fuck kind of depth are you possibly in
i spit a line, it hits your mind, admit i'm sick with rhymes
this is why your instincts lied they said give him a try
don't fuck with one of a kind, some words to live it by
put inn depth in a stopwatch and beat him in the nick of time
*in round 1 his oppenent was stitch and his crew voted for him
*in the crew called Second Nature
*his name is Nick
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