Miwano - Whoa's Top 2 AND 1 - Tired of dat shit,,
Aiit, here I go again, luvas, hatas, dickryders, pussies, real dudes, snitches etc etc,,
You complained 'bout my rhymes, 'bout my flow, I don't even know, mayn.. check this out and then talk. rhymes? same almost the whole lyric. but still, here I'm droppin' the last in this serie (I'll drop more anyway, not rid of me), and if you ain't feelin' thiiis, I won't call you a hater.. you just don't know rap.
A similar version of this lyric will be on my upcomin EP, so don't even think about, thinkin bout bitin this shit. peep it, and leave a comment 2;
Miwano, drop bombs, think I’m raised in Mumbai//
Plus I eat you cupcakes, during my lunch brake//
I (w)rap crack, like duct tape//,,
I’m from the place where 7 ain’t comin’ after 6 – it comes after 1-8//
The cops come after me, cuz I’m not safe//,
Well fuck jail, I rather let my gun spray – time to pop treys//
They’re just mad, cuz my gun-aim//, -
is better than their’s, let me demonstrate – watch me aimin’ at a cop’s face// *BANG*
I’m hiphop’s equivalence, to heavyweight MMA//
Packin’ heavy weight, never hesitate to test my aim//
Labeled as a renegade, since sixth, or seventh grade//
I was about eleven then - that’s feather-age//
Still the same way, never changed, always kept it straight//
You hate? Well, you won’t get away; I let the Heckler spray// *BRRAAP*
You Swedes are sweet as lemonade, I’m more like lemon-taste//
Don’t try to play ya boy; I got Hugh Hefner-game//
All these dudes talkin’ like they soon will get a record sale//
You’re a veteran? WHO? Didn’t even get your name//
I love purple; blowin’ Mary Jane, everyday//
You only love pink – well, that’s just very gay//
Brain a bit hazy, still sharp as my stiletto’s blade//
Fly like a feather, so I don’t walk – I levitate//
Separate, me from the rest of them, fellas play’n’//, -
I’m on higher levels, mayn, better, like I play the second game//
Set a new record yesterday, you reset your game//
No I won’t rest my case, I’m still trynna get the cake//
Not every second day, but Every day//
Then, I’ma make the weather change; cuz I’ma let it rain//
Some guy wrote a “diss”, won’t trynna defend my name//
Just laughin’, and gettin’ fame, I’m better than him anyway//
I never surrender, but don’t expect me to send a mail//
- with a diss back, cuz there’s no battle, so I just let it fade//
Just an advice; don’t let the beef escalate//,,
Y’all dudes weak, like seven days, and (w)rappin’ sweet, like cellophane//
Mike Tyson-bars, so, I don’t get on stage//,
I rap in rings, otherwise, I’m afraid, I would wreck the place!//
They wanna press me, like rec and play//,
Are you brain-dead?, you wanna bump heads? - Then your neck will break//
Guess they wanna race the Gray Hound, cuz I set the pace//
- I could end your game, anyway, any place,
Any day – believe that, cuz I NEVER fail! -
-I’m the one, so the best you can get to, is the second place//
Put an end to the desecration, - learn to respect my name!//
Don't sleep on this, u narcoleptic dudes.. peaaace