Reggaetonforums.com tournament,round 1
My Band, my band, I don't play any instruments.... Nah but seriously be on the lookout for GL Productions' tracks, pretty much any instrumental me, EricO (E) or Zejeck (Z) can get our hands on, we spit on. So be on the lookout, GOD LEAGUEZ, La liga mas alla.
Lyrics
Yeah, I was gonna do this in Spanish, but I said fuck it...
I didn't see a rule sayin I can't do this the way I'm bout to,
(VipaX its ya downfall).
ya can spit ya hardest, it's still pillow soft
my rhymes are sick, it's vomit wit a lil cough
any shit'ya'toss, is not of my caliber
Oct. 22nd, got it marked on ya calendar
its not the day ya win, its the day ya reast in peace
an Z, don't worry ya can rest at ease
that I'll take this tournament an conquer
unless I get dq'ued for somethin bonkers
somethin crazy, like not spittin in español
well there's ya spanish, don't say I spit none at all
VipaX ya gonna fall, that's guaranteed
while I keep risin like gas prices every week
read'em an weep, hear'em an die of depression
my punchlinez hit wit homicidal intentions
like hopkin's title defenses, it a shutout
when it comes to it, ain't really nothin he could bust out
that I could be beaten, come on why ya teasin
an call this a tournament when the comp ain't appeasin
ain't a damn reason, I shouldn't take this
cuz Vipa winnin, yeah an the triple k ain't rascist
his shit is basic, lack punchez like missin arms
me, I'm a warrior like Ghenghis Khan
any track I'm spittin, is jus pure fire
ya couldn't even win wit the Chicago Umpire
I'm on higher... ground, beyond Mt. Everest
this bitch is straight pussy like Ellen Degeneres
an I'm feelin generous, so I won't use 3:50
shit's abusive, got me battlin pipsqueeks
ain't an mc, that cold touch me like I'm a ghost
ain't nobody pose a threat, might as well boast
cuz it won't be smoke an mirrors to make ya disappear
cuz I hang mcs like chandeliers
this lyrical vandal here, hit ya wit a barrage
to color ya red, don't need the use of gouache
or any paint, jus pound ya til ya feelin faint
an it ain't hard'fa'me, to get blamed for arsony
first trackdown an my verse smacksdown, too late for bargainin
the margin's largenin, til it's lookin one sided
got an extinguisher at my side, fo when I'm done writin
an I can't fight it, the temptation's too big
to bury the competition but the grave you dig
by makin music, ane enterin a tourney when ya lack skills
if ya walkin tall then I be walkin on stilts
see I got punchlinez that leave my pad wit bruises
its useless, knock ya out wit jus a few hits
like we in different weight categories, spittin it gory
24 bars end of Vipa X, end of story
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