Miwano - Whoa's Top 4
Aiit, aiit... I realised; I'm even better. Give me the creds, or just hate, but hit me back. och om du (inga namn) anser dig vara bättre; then prove it. Here's the bomb;
I’m at least top 5, on this hip hop site//,
Keep goin’, no stop signs, fuck 11, I just pop nine//
A beat slayer, tree blazin’, heat raiser//
No UN, got the Benchmade Peace Maker//
Get yaself a pacemaker, my flow is tailor made//
I cane the haters faces, so stay away//,
They think I will fade away, no way, I’m the greatest, mayn//
Just livin’ my life, that’s right, I’m on that paper trail//
Lock, load, cock, blow, yea I got the hip Pop flow//
If I’m not the top 5, I guess I am the top 4/
You’re not hard, and you’re far from Scarface//
You just fought me – that’s why you got a scarred face//
Miwano could stop a heart’s pace, faster than a Nascar race//
- That’s what ‘cha get for trynna play me like an arcade//
I used to dress red, but, it’s all grey now//,
So you can call me the Gray Hound, runnin’ on the track like a greyhound//
Better lay down, and stay down, don’t play ‘round//
We’re in the hood, not the playground, watch for the trey pound//
I’m enraged and pissed, makin’ a fist//
Should I blaze my pistol, or just blaze a spliff//
Too hot-tempered to get laid with a bitch//,
I got too many haters for makin’ a list, I’d break ya face in one hit//
Gotta stay patient and chill, but ya hate on me still//
Pay all ya bills, before sayin’ a shit!//
I’m the top 5, a trifle to defend my title//
Against friends or rivals, you’re just top ten’s, or nines//
Even my dad says I’m crazy; I gotta have a syndrome//
Cross the line, and I will show you a symptom//
Don’t get it twisted; I’m as high as my IQ//
So outwit or fight you, either one, I don’t mind to//
Purple haze, and Kurdish race in my veins, make me insane//
Racin’, passin’ all ya lames in the lane// -
- I’m Great!.
(Inlägget ändrat av spades_joola 2008-12-17 16:42:30)