Sederos vs BigIssue
Sederos - Verse 1
Watch me as I spit my first line before I end this bar u better quit Everytime u rhyme muthafuckas think being wack as u should be a crime
You're calling yourself bigissue but I'll eat you like a pitbull eats human tissue But im no cannibal im lyrical gifted, rhymers that are as good as me are only few
So please put away your keyboard cause I'll lyricaly disable your spinal cord My punchlines are more dangerous than a Usama driving a tourist bus Cause I'll blow shit up like biggie u cant compare yourself with me
Im not bragging or trying to look cool im writting actual facts So step the fuck back cause you're not even worth the sweat on my nut sack
Im hell sent I'll make your music sound more gay than Kent I put u up in the game now imma dismantle u down like a tent
Your punchlines is a joke if battling was a job you would be broke And people would look up to me like Superman but without the tight suit and cloak
Im no superhero even though my losses still stays at zero And im not gonna lose yet Im still gonna make suckas like u depressed and upset
I will keep spiting until your face smells like my breath Wanna fuck with me only leads to an early death
Big Issue - Verse 1
Your lyrics are nothing, simply lame, go fuck yourself fella My shit ready to rock ya' like Rocc-A-Fella
Way my lyrics mirk, in battles I always Drop-A-Fella You're a bitch like hoochies in porno movies I fuck you like that Rocc-O-Fella
Fuck how much cheese ya' got, don't dare touchin my Mozzarella Or this battle gon' be between your lyrics n' my Beretta
Spit lines that come like nines to your chest Makin' holes in 50s bulletproof vest
Killin you isn't an emergency, although I handle you urgently Shit you wrote is more weak than Rwandan currency
Flow ain't liquid, I keep it ODB, ears go numb, you'll probably O.D. And fuck your Usama similarities and metaphors, watch me
Goin' up and down in an aircraft in the ile makin' terror in an Afgan outfit Actin' a pilot fuckin' your girl first class up in the cockpit Collapse fragile rappaz in the industry like a bad stocktip
Murder was the case that they Gave Me like John Wayne Gacy My last words to you is Kiss My Ass Baby like John Wayne Gacy
Sederos - Verse 2
What I spit is much better and more lethal than a ''beretta'' I'll pistolwhip you load the clip and I start moving my lips
Stop quoting Jay Z cause soon I'll say ''Murder was the case that they Gave Me'' Quoting Snoop are u kidding me? your 8 bars is a big flop
I'll flip the script and Imma tell you why your rhymes is shit You keep quoting the same shit over and over makes me think that u didnt write that when u were sober
U say u spit like nines but when I spit I spit like mini guns I come more solid than titanium I spit shit that goes through your cranium
you steping to me is like a cripple giving a standing ovation Im outclassing you faster than Lohan breaking her probation
I got you caught in the game like crystal meth fuck voting we dont need reffs this fight is like Tyson vs a guy thats blind and deaf
My shit is so hot that I put people in caskets like a deadly fever 7 bars and I got u served like Nas did to Jay Z on ''ether''
Big Issue - Verse 2
Talking' about Quotes, you joke me, they quoted John Gacy Wayne Talking' quotes in 8 bars is lame, I don't shoot people in the back like John Wayne
I am hostile, scary as a deserted Hostel; my raps will put you in a hospital Tom Cruise said battling Big Issue is Mission Impossible
Your words are weak like 7 days, my tong a razor blade, brings agony Voice so strong a bare whisper echoes into eternity
You just original as an Remix, I came to hurt your damn feelings So when I spit, the pain you'll feel it, can't feel you on the beat You did one song for weeks, still nobody is hittin' repeat
Even with the winter approaching you can feel my heat You can't murder me, ya' whack lyrics though puts any man to sleep
So you better of listen to M.O.P. and try to Stand Clear If dope lyrics was measured in success, I would ruin your career
Ya' da type, only act tuff, protected from security & bodyguards On the cover of XXL you lil' bitch ass couldn't get large
Whetever taken seriously or takin pride, Bronx MCs leave suckers whistling cold wind madness through loose teeth
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