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The Inzpekta Is Fired
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This is a disS that i coOked up in about...meh...2 hours @ most...lyricz-n-production-n-shit...Finals for tha Micology tourny...i'm takin shit with no doubt...1...[.]
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,003
Peak in subgenre #550
Author
RiGhT HeMi$pHeRe
Rights
RiGhT HeMi$pHeRe
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February 17, 2004
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Micology Finals
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I’m finna’ bust in your ear...you can trust that it’s clear/ I ain’t in the food business...so your nothing to fear!!!// I Rupture careers and got your life in my hands/ Why u drop the N Bomb if u just white with a tan!?// I mean I write and disband and send insults to this bitch/ U double your voice-n-record to sound like you roll wit a click// Either bold or it’s sick...your AVY I try to neglect/ Your shirts off & dog...it’s mostly guys on thae net// I deny your respect...but sure...u the best ain’tcha‘!?/ But should I talk shit to this superior Net gangster?!// I guess anchors don’t drop as much as u do/ dick-rid!?...what about Jae Lux in your crew!!!// What the fuck u gonna’ do?!....kids claim they militant/ Then Lux drop in saying “oh my god!! that’s the illest shit!!!”// For real this kid get left with his blessed flesh tore/ And if you just “do this for fun”...what you on the net for!?// I’ve been a vet force...she say he say dumb shit/ I’ll flip it-n-rip better than u on some cliché punches// My heat blaze son kids...and I love to blind you/ I make you stop in your tracks...just like Busta Rhymes do//(HOLUP!) I rupture kind fools...you get slayed on the spot/ And like a delayed birth...you late when you drop// I’m taking your thoughts yet my hands empty though/ This kid look for hot dick like the devil passing kidney stones// Just simply know...Dipsets blazed with a bar/ So only Santana u roll wit...plays the guitar// Raise up to par...you might sense heat/ Not Ja Rule...but I Murder I-N-Z// You fight get beat...you say you’ll soon shoot/ Alex Camacho!?...didn’t I just murk Tuned Root// Salute! now you discharged...you stood blushing/ Kid said he was part of Corna Pusha Pruductions// This pussy cussin‘...y waste lines when he tore?!/ When he’s just as monotone as Ben Stein when he’s bored// Put your life in the morgue...now watch spits hurl-n-shoot// Jersey’s home of the net’s...”what’ means the world to u!?”(Cam’ron sang that song)/ Murk your crew...and in the finals!? you lame in events!/ I live in the south...S.L.A.N.G doesn’t make any sense// You as dainty as Prince...watch as I diminish fools/ I took out 2 cats in 3 minutes so i don’t need 5 to finish u//
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