A diss to RocKilla aka AlliKor
If you want me on your track or wanna be on 1 of mines, AIM me @ perpetualSIGHT or e-mail ArticIce87@aol.com
Story behind the song
hell, just str8 ripped
Lyrics
yo, Rock, watch me put ya face in ya lap
kill ya fuckin words Allikor, I've erased ya trap
lose ya thoughts have to re-trace ya cap
I'll hold my hands up piss to the sky, and shit FADES TO BLACK
u ill?..I can point out hundred of ya lamest raps
u known?..how and and not in RapCheck famest cats
get ya pen, get ya notebook and take Live lessons
Live blasts off like westerns with smith & wessons
the essence of your departure, and unknown presence
told u don't fuck with Live, or catch a death wish
and your best luck is to get outta range
or be my dawg Rover, and run out 4 my thangs
watch me snatch ya mind, now u've ran outta brains
i'm smashin on Impakt, like comin of 2 trains
bitch ya style is old school, get new chains
you could be playin sick, when Milton Bradley invents the flu game
yeah..haha..
RocKilla, i'ma rip ya til ya be a no-name
ya flow shame, & u in the league of HO's mane
i'ma be @ ya show with others chantin "GO LAME"
blind this bitch like viewin propane
i'ma choke this poor dame, with Slick Ricks old chain
do I have to say more?
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