Hot keystyle

Hot keystyle


Yeah, this goes out to a swagger jacker, he know who he is..

And quit sayin that you´re not bitin my style, every other word I use or say,
you try to run with.

You´re clippin my expressions and everythang.

You ain´t got shit to write about,
so you´re bitin my ideas n´ concepts too. And then you try to put it together in a little
wack ass, style stealin , lame ass, carbon copy cat medley!

And you´re even trying hard too. But since you ain´t up on the language
yer drops be all lame and goofy!

You garb. Gectha OWN skills up. And quit jackin my style.

I tell you what it is dawg.
I HAD to vent that. Dope skills? Naah! YOU don´t represent that!

I DO, N´ I DID! You CAN´T do what I did!
You ain´t spittin yet, you droolin, sumbody give ´im a bib!!


Talkin out yer pockets,
This dude got tha WRONG approach!
Ayo! Real quick, let me flick this here roach!
Between you and me, this herbs´s BEEN smoked!
I done toked, he done choked,
n´ tried to get me provoked.
Tried to pull some cowboy shit.
But kid, this ain´t "Gun smoke"!
Like I said, I don´t even go for that oki-doke!
You ain´t "wheezy" nigu!
You got slammed!
-And now yer phuccin lungs broke!
I blaze that prestine,
that´s moe crispy than cream!
N´dip ya set in chlorine,
cuz my lean SO clean!
My brocc green.
Kinda like the mystery machine!
N´shit I´ll put you on ya lean.
Deeper tha a bear coma!
Prescription diction,
I get you faded, with, or without glaucoma!
I´m Undeground like a gopher,
got beef like Stofers!
I got them, next level kicks.
But ya´ll still wearin loafers!

(Switch up. Gettin my second wind..)

See I´m the type that,
spark up the conversation with a tazer!
I convince,
when "mince my words",
carvin the alphabet witta razor!
I see ya stuntin,
but it ain´t on sum treal shit.
You gettin me?
Dollars is REAL!
N´ you ain´t speakin realistically!
And stay the,
fukk out my guestbook, bitch!
Quit sweatin me!
Maan, I got too much invested.
Ain´t no doubt you gettin bested.
For tryina,
go against tha kid,
that got spits nastyer than Fear-factor-CONTESTANTS!
And you wanna battle me?? You´re a phuccen Stan!
You shoulda stayed in ya mom´s basement!
You shoulda stayed a fan!
Now you´re all pumped up, hyped up, by yer little clan.
I got them NUMBER COMBOS!
And you THINK that you can play me fam??!
See, you done fukked up now punk!
N´ ya li´l homies can´t protect ya!
Try to front on mine, n´ get exposed to, a punchline-lecture!

(closer)

My weaponry is ILL, like an Underworld upgrade!
And you wanna go AGAINST ME??!
With batons n´ DUCT TAPE???! (Naaah! BITCH! You gotta come harder than that.)

LMAO!!


HOLLA