Quote (Uncharted)
When I eat somebody up on a Wack Emcee killin season
And yea im sick, each word is a cough, one bar im sneezing
fuck your one bar your sneezing, and your sub par steez,
please that's old, he's a cold, I'll have you freezing,
my lyrics stir it mixed to thirty six degrees bellow,
emseeds original a colds vaccine lyrically appeasing
rip the shit you say to ricochet and split your face
till it looks like the Rhianna Chris case,
spraying up your crew, making ill word play,
while your still playing with your food.
mentally you ain't fit
and lyrically you ain't equipped
you see me on the mic?
you can't even see your own dick.
this bitch has gotta be pissed
coz you sure as hell ain't shit
so rip your plans up I'm making wack fellas quit
with their hands up like some bank tellers
whipped with the pistol
flipped the transcript heads split
well i rock it like a shoulder missile scold a bristle
rhyme sayer till his minds later found beat down bound for defeat now,
melt the obsolete clowns ears so you can know how real heat sounds?
just came straight in no introduction hehe
