Dust & SPX - It iz wut it iz!

Dust & SPX - It iz wut it iz!

SPX
Fast, Dust, toss the roach out the window
Don't want the cops to get sore off the indo
Most rappers get worn out their lingo
This is straight out the core sort of like minerals
Too many faggets japping, I get bored out my chinholes
Born out of kinfolks with more combos than Kimbo
Full stop and big up to the Stocktown Syndrome!
On top off this game, the rap Illuminati
Who got the raps to make these cats lugers clapping
And make 'em change their name from Bazooka to Average
Faster than a stillborn go from newborn to casket
BRRAP BRRAP!! ..and you faggets better back back
SPX bring the best ideas since saturday snack packs
Wannabe's claiming they get more cream than flap jacks
Gangstas wear they chains over here and gets laughed at
Put up or shut up, lay it down or clap back
Dust step in the room to hit your crew up like flashbangs
Cans in the backpack go merry go round like CLACK CLACK
Too many tongue's get backtracked to you asscrack
When most of yo lyrics don't even measure up to half assed
Test yours versus mine's and, well, ain't that's that?
How can Lyricism be dead when we still got the Kam Fam?

Dust
My lyrical spirit never dies, rappers should be petrified
Cuase I destroy these kids petty life’s like pedophiles
You don’t need a clever mind to figure out that spex and I
send any texting guy who’s next to try to hell and fry
I work hard for mines but couldn’t ever respect your grind
You’re ride on other people’s fame like Kevin Federline
I got the illest metaphors, punches and homonyms
Yall is just wack as shit and probably homo-nymphs
We come through on the corners…
You get bamboozled for kronors no matter who is the owner
And I can give a fuck about the nine that you’re packin
The pen is mightier than the sword…
That’s why I keep an axe inside of my jacket
plus I’m tighter with rappin, I got that fire your lackin -
Nah you use the wrong approach when climbing the ladder
cause there can only be ONE ME so stop biting my swagger
I’m known as a junkie and to always spit about trees
Shit, I prolly made the whole board addicted to weed
Now you get to experience how I’m killing MC’s
Call me Irv Gotti how I Murder ink n killing the sheet
Wait till I spill it on beats and it’s hittin the streets
You’d have to be in the North Pole if you ain’t feelin the heat
Battle me? There is no way that you’re seeing me
You must be outta ya mind to fuck with Dust like PCP
We demolish every one of you wack asses together
How can Lyricism be dead when Kam Fam is forever?