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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,098
Peak in subgenre #630
Author
Lil Rigga
Uploaded
March 25, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:01
Lyrics
{Hook}
You are not god, even though thats what you claim
Time to put you to shame, when i spit out my flame/
{Verse 1}
You got the edge when you fallin off the cliff
While i flow like a river n you keep stiff/
Beggin for ghost writes, n not makin a sound
Crackin gods skin, n breakin the ground/
On beat i spit my venom n rattle like a snake
You talk alot sh** AK, n battle like a fake/
Ya last rhymes are ready to spit out n die
A gay will spill out a cry without a lie/
Your not sweet enough to become an Eminem
b*** started to shed tears from an onion stem/
I provide evidence for punches when i testify
You can spit em, too bad the best is lies/
Fix up ya structure cause you bout to fall off
Chokin up as much as a sick man will cough/
Use the belt on ya seat, goin down the street
Teasin the pray, before i put you in defeat/
Are you that jew, from American Pie?
When you couldnt get laid, are you that guy?/
Ya multiples suck when ya rhyme over twice
This is rap n you livin in an Amish Paradise/
Hip hops a religion so just pass the mic
Cant handle the struggle, flow past the fight/
Against this ninja turtle you'll turn shredded
Hide in ya shell before you get beheaded/ :chop:
{Hook}
You are not god, even though thats what you claim
Time to put you to shame, when i spit out my flame/
{Verse 2}
A to the K yo that sh** is gay
When Adam Kofsky is ya real name/
Key to ya fire spits n i keep it locked
While you admire this, i sweep the shocked/
Wish ya could spit that heat n not a lil rug burn
Mama shoulda swallowed that lil thug sperm/
Come on really, do you live in philly
Or just in the suburbs, just actin silly/
Steal some lines n end up behind bars
Scratch the surface to get some real scars/
Ya stupidity grows just like an afro
Tangled up in bull sh** n nowhere to go/
Mr. Peanut Head you bout to get roasted
Spread it on bread, consider it toasted/
Ill slash ya like how ya get words to connect
Like Rodney Dangerfield you get no respect/
Throwin my spits, while you can toss
Gettin eggs in baskets, when you jump across/
Stop yellin on the track, tryin to roar
Reachin the reaction from us with a snore/
Stop livin, your a waste of breath
Back to the future, you faced your death/
Took ya only girlfriend when i figured her
Bite her nipple like you do with a signature/
{Hook}
You are not god, even though thats what you claim
Time to put you to shame, when i spit out my flame/
