Mine and raange's song:
4 gunshots and a burst!
4 bloodspots and a hurst!
Fake mutha fukas always complain when they get hurt.
I'm insane could this get worse?
Like David Blane inside the dirt.
I'll dissapear,.. then eat you're flow for my dessert.
They say my raps are on alert, atempting to convert.
U think i give a fuck? Hell i dont give a squirt!
So bring those fucking faggots, who might as well wear a skirt.
But don't call me rude, i'm just the guy who swears the flirt.
But enough with this fake shit, heres the true issue at hand.
I'm sick of all those fake rappers, who think that they are grand.
But i'll say this nice and easy, i'll try not to be bland.
This is straight from my head, none of this is planned.
It's time to stick fake MC's heads', into the sand.
Sufficate their lungs untill there chest expands.
I'll lift them up again, then maybe i'll demend.
To quit the tough guy act, and give in to my commands.
Now these MC’s think they can rebel against me
It’s tempting, to lay down some lyrical fencing
Keep a boarder around me to prevent their stepping
Coz I want nothing to do with their fake clique pretending
So I’m sittin’ here pending,
Eyes wide open like a snake presenting
Patience bending, hating and resenting
Their style is old like our relations ascending
About to break coz I’m sick of the bullshit
Statin’ they roam the hard streets with fullclips
I wanna get ‘em on stage and teach like school kids
I can’t believe I’ve actually stooped to do this
But I have to prove this, that these dudes are stupid
It gets on my nerves so much, I’m about to lose it
I’m tryin to address this issue of these fakes n defuse it
Stay true bitch, find the point and don’t lose it
Fit ya feet with whatever size the right shoe fits
EDIT: new beat thanks to RYAN: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgTcVYgmqEk