emcee/producer/writer
I'm just a producer/emcee, and I needed a page simply for a few battles... haha
Tracks: www.soundclick.com/dyingbreed
Beats: www.soundclick.com/samepageproductions
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Lyrics
battle vs. illushun
I'm a North West Emcee and I'm runnin this kid
I'm a Dying Breed Emcee and I'm runnin this kid
I'm a Native Emcee and I'm runnin this kid
I'm a Real to life Emcee and I'm runnin this kid
x 2
1st verse
God save you - Protege'll straight out play you
I'm the Sphere's drama king - got people sayin 'Kay who?"
Five - eleven - weighin in at a buck 95
But my writings are reason that this Pro has arrived
Who the heck is illushun? Can't he even spell his name?
Battlin whoever online simply looking for some fame
Funny how tough you get when behind computer screens
Barely into your teens - already got some enemies
14 years young - yo this cats already done
Pro already won - so I'm simply spittin for some fun
your name is illushun cause you're a figment of reality
you didn't think this out - cause now you have to battle ME
I write punches while your mom still goes and packs your lunches
I spit a lyrical excercise, with some push-ups, and some crunches
My puns come in bunches, just like a hidden treasure
I begin your losing streak, that extends until forever....
I'm a North West Emcee and I'm runnin this kid
I'm a Dying Breed Emcee and I'm runnin this kid
I'm a Native Emcee and I'm son'in this kid
I'm a Real to life Emcee and I'm runnin this kid
x 2
2nd verse
You can't touch me, forget votes, Yo I'm numero uno
Be the first Metis to bring the Northern West home a Juno
But you know - as I know, I spit like a volcano
There ain't no - way yo - to defeat this Protege yo
claimin you christian - yo son you straight missin
ya dissin cats with some curses - grow up son, quit spittin
now listen - you not eminem - so quit your facade
and you ain't worth 2 bits - so don't tell me "how to rob"
catch that 50 cent reference? oh wait you're too young
prolly over your head - but that ain't hard when you're 5' 1"
You think this rap game is all about peices of pie
let me tell you son - this is more than meets the eye...
Did you freestyle the lyrics to your whole first and second diss?
You mumble stuff that didn't rhyme, plus you gotta lisp
You got NO chance, Pro'll give you a lyrical poundin
break you in half, make you wash up with some lever 4000
never a flaw.....
3rd verse
P to the R to the O - thats me
A writer, turned producer, but you know I emcee
Destroy you in battle, son it'd be my pleasure
I'll mess you up like a drawin done by M.C. Escher
Flow better than low yo or even high stream
Cause once I'm connected son - I'm hotter than steam
You wanna scream when you hear I ripped Dre and Rakim
Cause the beat's about as old as this sphere of hip hop teen
Your rhymes are terrible, you need to do a round-about
you spelt illushun wrong guy, c'mon now - sound it out
send out an open challenge you askin to get destroyed
peeps can't even finish listenin to you without gettin annoyed
I'm a lyrical intellectual - always spittin spiritual (spir-at-you)
getting too cocky - time for P to spit at YOU
I rip it right, got emcees sayin ooh la la
I have to settle em down by saying Gooz-frah-bah
You wanna call me a homo? Son, don't go there...
talkin bout poppin Red's mom? Whoa no player
clean out your ears illushun, or better yet, unplug your mic
take some time to learn to write, lyrically grow up - ya little tyke
You dropped fag in a rap - way to disgrace your name faster
Attack of the hacker turned rapper disaster
no matter the factor your either wackest or wacker
Forget part II of this diss, cause your reply doesn't matter
