The Return - Battle Verse [Tecnik] SAMPLE
This is a sample of an upcoming battle track on this cat Tecnik.. Anyway, beat's hott.. Credits for that go to Rock It Productions.. Flow's off a bit and delivery is slackin' a bit.. That's why this is only a sample..
Tragik is an emcee from Anne Arundel County Maryland, is 25 years of age and has been doing music since he was 13 years old
Tragik is an emcee from A.A. County, MD. Been spittin' (rappin') for a couple yrs, but just now started gettin' real serious with it..
Story behind the song
This is a sample of an upcoming battle track on this cat Tecnik who thinks he's nice with it, but really ain't.. anyway, beats hott.. Credits for that go to Rock It Productions.. Flow's off a bit and delivery is slackin' a bit.. That's why this is only a sample.. Still an all around nice track tho.. Check it out.
Lyrics
I drop bombs horrifically/
son seriously, you be talkin' deleriously/
when you mention battlin' me/
Dropped my first shit when i was thirteen/
a young teen hop on the scene/
tryin' to make green/
with dollar signs in his eyes/
when will they realize the kid's talent rise above the skies/
I'm a veteran in this rap game/
I'll put ya lame shit to shame/
Might as well call me the sandman, cause i put ya rhymes to sleep/
can't touch me son, my lines is too sleep/
stay in the shallow end, and stay out the deep/
tragik put ya ass in a full a blown retreat/
you ain't ready for real competition tecnik go back to the street/
let me inform ya'll, it's the return of the prodigal child/
who posesse skills to make crowds go buck wild/
with power to put other cats into exile/
lil boy you ain't ready for war/
i came back to the scene just to splatter ya blood on the floor/
tragik ain't no whore, i came back to reclaim my throne/
cause these cat ain't touchin the skills i own/
if this was the army you'd be labeled as a-wall, cause you'd be runnin' away from this combat/
..son you're whack, you need to be smacked/
need to get out my face before i beat ya ass black/
i'm the virtue, the teller of truth/
i spit the bars that put them ill cracks in ya front tooth/
you ain't fuckin' with me son wether if it's in the street or the booth/
just can't handle me, i'm too ill for the the likes of you/
hotter than sunfire/
an emcee a hard life inspired/
just drop to ya knees and praise ya siar/
when i bust it's a tragedy for the competition/
wanna beat me, then believe in superstition/
you gon' need good luck and a nice flow with no suspicion/
you ain't got that shit, your delivery's full of doubt/
so just lay down for the count/
cause tragik's knockin' you the fuck out/
flow better than most and rhyme better than all/
im gon ride ya, then put ya back in ya stall
tecnik you ain't shit to me but another bitch to fall/
when i'm done, ya guts gon paint the walls/
just another cat tryin' to gain respect in the game only to fail/
when my numbers called i rhyme to prevail/
you ain't touchin' me son, ya lines are too stale/
you wasn't nice back in the day and you still ain't to this date/
those are just the facts ya mind need to realize and compensate/
get it thru ya thick head/
you won't even fall close enough to cover the point spread/
you know and after these lines drop ya careers dead/
you say you came to throw punches but you left ya gloves at home/
so i'm standin' here strong with thunderin' shots straight to ya dome/
now that you heard this you know your shots blown/
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