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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#5,604 in subgenre
Peak #9
Charts
Peak #863
Author
Skripture
Rights
2004
Uploaded
July 03, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
An emcee I used to be boys with but started talking out his booty hole for no apparent reason so we had a battle and this is my verse on it.........Graveyard Shift bitches....
Lyrics
ON FIRE VERSE
Finally done it's Skript-and-Finesse/
How you expect to beat the teacher if you can't finish-the-test/
Spark some flame from a stick but you still not matchin-me/
Am I the only one noticing he bit his style off Cassidy/ ( exact style as Cassidy)
Blame gravity that I'm higher-then-you/
You still a rookie in this game but I'll retire-you-dude/
I admire-you-dude...I cant believe you-challenged-me/
Cause the only way you'd win is if...well you can't if you-battle-me/
Lets see why he's-mad-at-me, probably cause he-has-to-be/
Knowning that I'm on top and he'll never be-passing-me/
Yup it-has-to-be so yo grab ya pens...and straddle-ya-pencils/
You scared to lose, thats why you aint-battlin-Simple/ ( Got set up to battle Simple but made excuses)
Plus this-a-trip-now that I'm remembering/
You said I was the best on the site back when you was friends-with-me/ (Ranked me #1 on the site when me and him was cool)
But now that-we-enemies you talk-much-trash/
That'll leave you a barrell around ya mouth like-a-long-mustache/
We spit to it before...and you know the outcome/
You was beat before the lyrics came outta your-mouth-son/
Probably got punchlines hiding in ya folders-at-school/
They all played out, matter of fact they even older-then-you/
Tryin to get far when you aint even got ya-license-yet/
I aint go to school for pets but I'ma-licensed-vet/
You aint the punchline champ I hold the belt-kid/
And I'll make you die from my lines like you was Elvis/
And I....know that-you-jealous...there's no-need-to-tell-us/
Finesse'll get rained on like-unopened-umbrellas/
Yo-quit-actin-rebellious, you aint hard off-the-monitor/
Plus Skript spits so hot it'll blow up a thermomitor/
Never-were-hotter-your, more-like-ice/
When it comes to battles skript's been known to have some war-like-fights/
Some like swords but more-like-knifes/
Finesse is gonna take more of a lickin then four-white-dikes/
Watch my chances to win this battle soar-like-kites/
While Finesse barely alive crawling on-the-floor-like-mice/
Uhh...my punches are known for crushing-some-teeth/
And this is Skript you shoulda known that I'ma muthafuckin-beast/
Why else would I be with the Graveyard?/
Dawg you best pray hard cause it's proven that I slay-G'ods/
And no matter where you-stay-dawg/
I'll have that red light flashin on your dome like a radar/
And like an dude wit no job you shoulda-laid-off/
Cause you just gotta debt cause calling me out aint gonna-pay-off/
LEAN BACK VERSE
Ayo cats be like who's-he/
My flow is like a vet witta old pet cause it'll put you to-sleep/
So why did you-choose-me, you like Bruce-Lee/
Cause you an actor but you aint gonna die from a movie/
Just try to pursue-me, but ya not killing-me/
Nesse stay big headed....and I mean that literally/
You a Finity-mini-me/
You bit off more then you can chew and you aint goin finish-me/
I'm known to finish-beef so get it in gear-dude/
And my tracks stick out...kinda like ya ears-do/ (his ears are big)
Can you hear-you? Cause this shit-you-can't-handle/
Skript'll burn you for a while like the wick-on-a-candle/
I'm sick-and-I-will-hand-you a loss check my material/
I'ma chew Mikey's life and I don't mean the cereal/ (his real name is Mike and the little kid who liked his life cereal's name was Mikey)
But I do wanna warn you and your whole faction/
Yall could never eat me like pork and catholics when they fasting/
You know the facts-son/
you like daniel in karate kid cause all the shit you do is wack-son/
I told before it began that it was over-man/
finesse'll get stomped on and crushed like a soda-can/
rhymerator.com do you still get words-from-it?/
He probably gonna front, act like he's never-heard-of-it/ ( a website he told me about back in the day that he used to help him write stuff)
I turn-stomachs while he barely can burp-up-shit/
Ya punches been
