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Song Info
Genre
Author
That Cracka Nate
Rights
Fucka Copyright
Uploaded
February 06, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Another Novu kid - Hitlisted.
Wil-Sin - CHECK
Drunkfist- CHECK
Phokus - CHECK
It's a trend that doesn't stop apparently :)
Lyrics
"Skill-Less Wil-Bitch-
I will diss and will rip, This no skill kid wil-sin-
Like an episode of flinstones, Wilma's the real bitch-
Cant even pronunciate, So why even speak?
U comin halfassed cause a man's hands on the otha cheek
Scuffle wit me, You know you love to hate me
Leave u buried under the garden, Cause u pushin up daises
Cant even phaze me., And ya verse is useless-
I'm like Ghandi on the mic, U best praise me Buddhist
If the shoe fits, Wear it, Cause i'm shovin it up ya ass,
Your styles fuck it up bad cause you comin up last
Stutterin fast, Try to stand strong with my spit-
But you kinda like the movie, Cause You gone with the wind
You cannot beat me, So why even fight it?
Ya punches got people confused like someone spiked it
Im on that hype shit, Your styles just not there,
Wil sin got some dry-mouth cause he spittin hot air
It's just not fair, You gettin wrecked-hard-
It's like racin with a handicap, Wil-Sin needs a head start-
You like a sewage pipe, Shit stops the flow-
And i'm breakin you down in one line like dominoes-
I'm hott you know, You cannot stop this-
First emcee rockin a mouse, Because u drag and drop clips
When nate steps on stage, I'm rockin it hard
..Wilsin couldnt get hands thrown up if people swallowed there arms
U out of this battle, Thats how i'ma count you (count you out)-
Cause noone's hearin ya flow, Ya mic must be soundproofed-
You an emcee that never rises, And this is on your prime-
Like past memories, Wilsins the last on mind
You see this rhyme, I fuckin own it-
Your styles got nate's dna , Because it's cloned bitch
You see, All of your dickriders have already fled the ring-
And ya whole styles a mimic, U copy everything.........
You dat wack kid, Sellin candy on ya avenue//My lines cut you at the half like longitude to latitude//I aint askin you, Kid I'm demandin/You be first to fuck the otha man when you stranded/Ya ass just been handed , on a platter//Wit ya verse puttin me to sleep like clips from bonanza chapters/A mass of matter, Disgrace to human beings/More protestors againt ur music then those mumia brings, It seems you sing, , You bitch livin minority, Wilsin should be labeled "That spic spittin r and b"/Aint harmin me, You need to chill kid/Ya mother should be slapped just for namin you wilsin, You killed kid,
Why you even wanna test me?/Only time you got play is when ya mother let you breast feed, Every time i hear you, I laugh while ya stutterin/Winamp even cuts ya song off early, Thats why it's bufferin/Just aint tougher kid, Strength? Try to muster it/Only rep you got is wit gay clubs, They call you thunderlips/Enough i'm done wit this tougher rougher shit, Everyone and there fuckin motha knows i'm above this fuckin kid .
I spit this sick diss, I feel my lyrics is bein wasted.. Go to soundclick you find wil down bottom, Like 6 pages/This kids racist, A joke, Got people laughin like a jester, U a no-response kinda cat, Remember viz and dexter?/Im simply spittin betta, You that emcee attractin-none/You said i had a plan to diss Novu?, Nah just the wackest one/I'm that harassin and attackin son(sun), Need to advise a certain visor/Cant come ill off the dome, The first to desert tha fucking cypher/Yea wilsin do be servin, His cock to others anal/Kids was playin video games wil was spinnin fuckin dreidels/I vowed id rape i Why u wanna get me hyped.. When wil-sin steps on stage, the crowd be like
*silence, crickets, silience*
