Kurbee
07-09-2004, 12:12 AM
[Jamie Madrox]
Fest of all the sewin',
Whats that ya holdin'.
Turn full circle,
Face to face with the omen,
When I split ya open,
I go for ya heart,
And spit on yor soul and slash that weak **** apart,
Competition, means common and in the way,
So all you common motha ****as betta watch what ya say,
I ain't friendly bitch, and ain't nobody asleep,
You only slept on cause ya **** is played and weak,
Then you slept with the enemy, Time and again,
And now the only people comin' to ya shows is friends of ya sorry ass,
I ain't sorry, I'm kinda glad, I admit I took ya CD back said it was scratched,
Shoulda broke that **** in half for ya attempt to try to take me,
For twenty dollars outta my pocket with no apology,
Ordinary wannabe, Fly by night, High MC's,
They call that one dude Daddy, because hes like fifty-three...
[Chorus]
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone...
[Monoxide]
Quit takin' up shelf space homie and just pass the weed,
And let the mainstream tell ya when or when not to breath,
Don't ever ****in' diss me or my crew and our ****,
Or we'll feed you to the same ****in' pigs I see you playin with,
Come and get some, You really want to get rattled all over a rap battle,
Its the fame game homie, and we don't play that,
So if you diss me Ima find out where your folks stay at,
To say that, Sparks may fly, but we dont die,
And on the 21st day of July, you got your eye full,
Get the **** off the stage and make way,
Your like the legendary hoe here to take on the next day,
It ain't a setup, its the truth and you can deal with it,
All because your sheltered by that Hollywood appeal ****,
It makes me sick, I wanna vommit,
Because the only thing that matters about your album is who else you got rappin on it!
[Chorus]
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone...
Fest of all the sewin',
Whats that ya holdin'.
Turn full circle,
Face to face with the omen,
When I split ya open,
I go for ya heart,
And spit on yor soul and slash that weak **** apart,
Competition, means common and in the way,
So all you common motha ****as betta watch what ya say,
I ain't friendly bitch, and ain't nobody asleep,
You only slept on cause ya **** is played and weak,
Then you slept with the enemy, Time and again,
And now the only people comin' to ya shows is friends of ya sorry ass,
I ain't sorry, I'm kinda glad, I admit I took ya CD back said it was scratched,
Shoulda broke that **** in half for ya attempt to try to take me,
For twenty dollars outta my pocket with no apology,
Ordinary wannabe, Fly by night, High MC's,
They call that one dude Daddy, because hes like fifty-three...
[Chorus]
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone...
[Monoxide]
Quit takin' up shelf space homie and just pass the weed,
And let the mainstream tell ya when or when not to breath,
Don't ever ****in' diss me or my crew and our ****,
Or we'll feed you to the same ****in' pigs I see you playin with,
Come and get some, You really want to get rattled all over a rap battle,
Its the fame game homie, and we don't play that,
So if you diss me Ima find out where your folks stay at,
To say that, Sparks may fly, but we dont die,
And on the 21st day of July, you got your eye full,
Get the **** off the stage and make way,
Your like the legendary hoe here to take on the next day,
It ain't a setup, its the truth and you can deal with it,
All because your sheltered by that Hollywood appeal ****,
It makes me sick, I wanna vommit,
Because the only thing that matters about your album is who else you got rappin on it!
[Chorus]
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
Burn, Black smoke fills the sky,
You bring the wicked outta me, Your killa is high,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone,
I'd love to watch you fall, but your already gone...