Lyrics
B:: yo wutup Def?
D:: wutup B?
B:: Slantize, Shadowville on the beat
LAB.
D:: Def Flow
check it.
Verse 1
D-
Who think it was? This is LAB and Def/
Im fuckin rabid yes, get chu stabbed to death/
B-
bastard? yes, we tear your heart open G//
and fill your frame with more metal than the wolverine//
D-
4 bars on this, and im already grabbin my checks/
When it, was beef, i grabbed my mask and i crept/
B-
give hip hop three days, this shitll remain fluent//
bars, beats, and snares rushin through your brain fluids//
D-
In your view, you stayed hidden and slept/
Find your fagget ass and good riddens you wet/
B-
if im lookin to murder, the pupils rip right through ya//
watch as i "slant eyez" like i was the producer// (Slantize of Shadowville)
D-
Got chu drippin fuckin red rain drops -- /
Put some in ya head, you lookin like confeti from Bangkok
B-
an epic -- accept it -- LAB, Lets go//
Blast spittin fire shit with the homie Def Flow//
Hook
So caught in, the rap game
my future's, not happening
you only, a legend
if you are, remembered
Just So that, you all know
this B-E, and Def Flow
Rap could die, the next blow
They aint kill, it yet though
Verse 2
D-
Im doin this big, call it Grand Theft/
Whos backin yall up, ya man left/
I got my "clan" kept, never is my hand wet/
I keep strong when i fire, cant accept this sweat/
Im layin out fire, burin ya woodstoves/
My flamin vocals keep these cats' hood closed/
Similar to Jay, havin bitches diggin them selves holes/
Im tearin metallica, from whom the bell tolls/
B-
Blast off like nasa, been convinced to push onward//
im a, talented rapper, but God's Son? na sir// (nasir. na sir)
D-
This is how i send you to hell yo/
Fist full of lead and a pocket of swell gold/
B-
and wherever we meet ya it could be ya wifes burial//
havin children on the box like it was Life cereal//
i might pop ya, we just fallin to wind up//
Blast off his rocker, like he had altheimers//
Hook
Verse 3
B-
once my shit inked, it be final like tatoos//
attack you, then kill the alphabet like im Pa-poose//
got bad news, for new kids, battlin me is useless//
unless you choose to die, here and now, you foolish//
D-
Alton's think they tough, smashin the buses/
Def Flow and Blast leave bastards wit crutches/
B-
rap game like myspace, hard to get in B's top eight//
two of em on the track, the other ones almost godly//
finshin blow, knockout, trick punch to swallow//
landed on a 'Rocky' surface, you could call it Apollo//
and rappers prayin constant, we live for tomorrow//
and when you livin the moment there aint no bars you can borrow//
D-
Round here we waint scared of beef, let that shit fall/
Cause when the beef starts cookin, im lettin my clip maul/
B-
your punch lines are tired out, you already used em all//
and when hip hop dies, ill be attendin the funeral//
Hook
(Note:: B= Blast D= Def)
