Artists: T12
Song Title: ???
(Verse 1 : V-Dog)
-Im DROPPIN-HITS-TO-WIN-THIS-SHIT cuz i could "Air my keys" like i "MAKE-THIS-TYPE-IN-THE-WIND", your the "OPPOSITE-OF-A-KILLER",last I heard, you "ATE-DICK"-LIKE-ITS-A-"SIN"
-Me I BREAK-YA-FUNCTION cuz u "suck the boards" when I WRECK-WIT-FULL-"BLOWZ-DROPPIN-KEYS", If RANK-IS-NUTTIN please tell me why you're only in TEKNICAL-FLOWZ-PRODIGY
-Kid your GIGS-ARE-GAY, I "drop like prison heads flowin" as I "DIVE-IN-CELL-WAVES",you betta DIG-YA-GRAVE cuz like "2pac" said, you can "live" now, but after this duel you'll "DIE-IN-L.A."
-Imma SERVE-THIS-HOT cuz like "poopin on half court" my "SHIT-KEEPS-BOARDS-IN-CENTER",Your "VERSES-DROP like virgin sex wit bent dicks", only accidental "SHIFTS-BEFORE-YOU-ENTER" /
-im "MOLDIN-THIS-SHIT with punches" like "swinging FISTS-IN-PLAYDOH", im SCOLDIN-THIS-BITCH cuz syndicat's "no pro-teen"(protein) only has "flows concealed in tabs" like "TWISTED-FAYGO"
-****'s I HOIST-CREWS-I-BLAST cuz this kidz like "stupid gangstas" hes only "PROUD-TO-CRIP-WALK" my skripts knock ya "VOICE-THROUGH-YA-ASS" cuz u only know HOW-TO-"SHIT-TALK"
-my punches RIP-HOLES-THROUGH the screen with a keyboard placin a "X through ya name" and a "CROSS-IN-YA-SOUL", Im sorry sindicate but after i DISPOSE-YOU it'll be your 8th LOSS-IN-A-ROW
-Yo "mobil lips are fractured" im "MOVIN-MOUTHS-OVER" cuz this boys "weights' recycled"cuz he SPITS-"POUNDS-OF-JUNK", you winnin this is like "POOPIN-OUT-CLOVERS", ya "SHIT-OUTTA-LUCK"
(chorus)
could be sumin around
the new, the best we do confess
truly blessed
few can test
blew your bulletproof vest
right thru your chest
(Verse 2 : HAYZI)
...ring the bell, let off the claxon
ting-a-ling-a-ling here i come ready for action
wanna go eye to eye, toe to toe
and high for high, low for low blow for blow,
im hittin you quick like a jet of lit propane
comin... straight for your brain like its cocaine
*****'s flappin their gums i attack 'em for fun
cos theyre thinkin theyre clever theyre as wack as they come
its my time to take my crown
i rock at the top and continue to break more ground
its intangible how i vandangle your brain
manhandle you simple and plain like van dam would do
we bringin the tracks to chill your spine
verbal attacks in time to heal your mind
i make mcs retract and backtrack to robbin
clear the vicinity lyrically like a carpet bombin
what you reckon?
(chorus)
could be sumin around
the new, the best we do confess
truly blessed
few can test
blew your bulletproof vest
right thru your chest
(Verse 3 : Faith99)
(Chorus)
could be sumin around
the new, the best we do confess
truly blessed
few can test
blew your bulletproof vest right thru your chest