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Sha Gets Shat On
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A lyricist of ILLogical straight from the underground. Recognize the talent of the lazy-eyed white boy.
I am Phil Osophy of ILLogical. One of the founding members of the underground hip-hop group with mad skillz.
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Charts
Peak #1,533
Peak in subgenre #127
Author
Phil Osophy
Rights
ILLogical Records 2004
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April 10, 2004
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MP3 1.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
Aiyyo if you a shadow, then I’m illumination My M.O. has got be herb elimination That means “Young Sha” needs to get an education I’m a doctor of philosophy and here’s orientation I rock flows, like a stone in The Nile But you’re in denial, you ain’t got flow from your bile Shit, sound like you jocked ya flow from Ja Rule Shit, sound like it was ghostwritten by “Old Sha,” too Shit, no need to post back, get a new sound Pound for pound, I’ll beat you with British currency, wow Yo, you couldn’t spit bars with a mouth full of Snickers Shit, you couldn’t start fire with a match and some liquor The only way that you leave a mark is when you forget to wipe Your name runs out almost as fast as your delivery on the mic My murderous documents can split ya wig with paper cuts And I’ll be there laughin’ at you when you gotta tape it up Aiyyo, Sade, I mean Sha Rule, shit Whatever your fuckin’ name is, we’re takin’ a school trip Where to? To the fuckin’ scene of the crime. What crime? The murder that I’m about to commit with my rhymes You couldn’t be close to dope if your neighbor was a crack dealer You couldn’t spit close to fire if your name was Wheeler (Captain Planet) Yo, I’ll destroy you with a bar all the same Like a crowbar deliverin’ a blow to the brain Just sit back and watch me deliver the flow Like a milk man with boots, I’m bout to step on your toe Yo, killin’ this herb, like smokin’ a L I know that’s played out, shit I ain’t tryin’ that well Because I don’t feel this cat is worth wastin’ a rhyme on But I spit it anyways cause that’s what this tourney’s relyin’ on Ya flow ain’t up to par, while I’m leavin’ a birdie You like Easy Mac, I’ll burn your ass in a minute and thirty
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