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Peak #325
Peak in subgenre #21
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Elevated Thought
Uploaded
August 28, 2004
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Lyrics
Ayo..
Skeem's a bitch and it shows,
I'd cut his leg, but he'd prolly run faster than his Panty Hose..
Can it bro, it's known that I got the candy flow,
That have Skeem screamin' for dear life like Bambi
So yo, it's no suprise I'm beatin' this guy look,
Only time I feel a Skeem is when I'm readin' my rhyme book..
I'm leavin' this guy shook without effort,
I'll break bones and put you over cast like cloudy weather..
And I heard you're audios no wonder you hatin'
Cuz you're chances of winnin' are worse than you're annunciation..
Skeem you're style is fuckin' basic, face it,
Replace it, matter of fact just fuckin' erase it..
Wait kid, I'm sicker than flu when I spit it through
A mic, so come fight, but tonight I'm rippin' you..
I'm gettin' through the bracket with ease,
And just 'cuz you good with the sack,
Don't mean you can hack it with me..
Skeem ya wack, faggot, believe
It's a fact with this rap shit I'm sick like a have a disease..
Actually this victory for me is effortless,
See it's guarenteed like Jozin voting for Exodus..
Fuck a defecit, there's evidence I'm better bitch,
You're worthless, you wouldn't be here if Purpose showed,
Son I hold it down I'm kickin' a murder flow,
Sick sound so Skeem get clowned like circus shows..
And yo, Round 3 is gonna be easy, boy
I get to battle a wack wannabe Beastie Boy..
Judgin' by you're voice Skeem, the truth is in doubt,
Cuz you sound like a bitch screamin' with food in her mouth..
Ya moms wipes ya ass but even she don't feel your shit,
You're about to get ya limbs ripped off. I'm evil kid
I'll auction off your body parts & laugh as people bid,
And I'll have more marketing Skeem than dealerships..
I'm the teacher bitch, hear me speak okay?
I'm 'bout to give an S-Class like Mercedes Sweepstakes..
I'll blaze the weak-fake type up on the spot,
You ain't a brain surgeon, so you ain't touchin' this Thought..
I drop puns that bless, you sayin' you hot son?
Well stop, that's a stretch dawg, like a Dachshun..
Son I'm the boss, come rumble for free,
I'll have you stumblin', weak, soft while ya jugulars bleed..
No other emcee's are even close to my level,
Elevated Thought's a rebel, come dance with the devil..
Forever on top, when I drop I'm chokin' this fag,
You could join the Orchestra the way you blowin' the sacks..
Skeem, come clean with the rest of the Site man,
Only time you touchin' other heads is with ya right hand..
Uh.. I'm outta sight and I'm sorry but yo,
I'm pushin' this Skeem around like Rastafarian dope..
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