B Devious - PaceMaker Unplugged (Heart Stop Remix)
Battle at HipHopFame vs. Pace Maker..1
Young Rap Artist, Improving his skills with each drop!
Yo check out tha tracks! Nothing wack, strictly spittin Fire this time haha!
Lyrics
Fuck the clique that you act-with, we know you spit wacknes
Only pussy you get is the blow up doll under ya mattress //
Man you cant match-this , faggot be a actress
When it comes to rappin dawg, you gon’ need some more practice //
B Devi on the mic? Im bout to murk-this-prick
Peeped ya Soundclick and thought you were Berkowitz //
To you that’s a compliment, to me you over confident
You know that im stopping-it, you rhymes you aint hot with-it //
break this kids bones, I aint talkin bout voodoo
You just pissed off cause I get more replies then you-do //
Got nothing behind ya line, ya lyrics is empty
Just cause you got equipment that makes emcee? //
Ya tracks and ya battles, count them they faulires
Imma take the Pace out like Breath Inhalers //
This kids flow runnin, like a broken fausit
Every time you done rappin you come outta the closet //
I don’t gotta keep goin, but I’ll wreck you now
Put you grave, so you can really rep the underground //
I don’t care who you is, Im the best you heard
You the type of fake cat to rock a vest in the burbs //
The best bet for you, is please just be gone
Cause Pace aint factor, Like im Lance Armstrong //
Im sick-wit-it and rippin-it, Pissin on a Primitive
Flippin it, getting-it, ya flow is just limited //
Ya raps playin games, so please do not toy-wit-me
Im known to proove yall wrong, just ask ya boy Royalty //
I keep my shit steady, you just struggle to balance
Is this serious dawg, you aint even a challenge //
Fuck dope lines, I don’t even need one
Cause I stay ahead of Pace even if my Knee’s bum //
So pack ya bags and head back into the shadow
Maybe get better then holla for a battle! //
Bet you though this was over, but homie you thought wrong
Im a turn this diss track, into a new hit song //
Imma sit back and laugh I got time to burn
You done had ya time but now its my turn //
Steppin up to B? Man you made a mistake
But everyone knows that Pacemaker’s a fake //
Servin the KO, Live and just lay-low
I edited my post, no need to sway votes //
If you bought some skills then you might be saved
Stay cookin PaceMakers like I put him in a microwave //
I peeped a couple songs, and you changing up ya voice
Faggot called me out, so you aint really got a choice //
Im known rip cats, and you was done from the start
Pace Maker’s only felt by the weak-at-heart //
Handed me the mic, and my words just murdered-you
How you gonna stomp me when I aint never even heard of you? //
