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lemme talk to you for a second
if it wasn t for me you d be writin pitiful rhymes
The author or the work ethic genesis, bussin with you
You despise me, i wrote all ya best lyrical lines
The world where i live, as another intellectual, why you talkin bout old shit
bussin with you
Canibus is a mason, i respect your opinion as a professional nigga, as another intellectual
Why you talkin bout old shit, i keep you out the public eye for a reason
Stand to the side and let the shit ride, stand to the side and let the shit ride Bis, bury you next to shark fossils
You never experienced work like this, if there s one thing i learned in showbiz vs., that s why i have to protect you
Just to rob you, so what if the ladies think he s more handsome than you
You a lyin ass bitch and you know it, so what if the ladies think he s more handsome than you Bis, and be involved with sharing the merits
why you talkin bout old shit
So why is you beefin, you ain t show me love when you was at ya apex
Lock you in a time capsule and smash the console, gimmie the keys to the garage i need to borrow the jeep
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you, if it wasn t for me nobody would ve signed you bis, if it wasn t for me nobody would ve signed you bis
So i can send a positive message, nobody knew you bit off my rhymes
You made your point, lemme talk to you for a second Bis, kick a rhyme
It doesn t make sense, what makes you think i left you or why i d ever be tempted to
yo don t tell me to relax i ll beat your skinny little ass
I just know that both ya ll are trying my patience, like liquid chocolate spillin all over ya new white trainers, get the fuck out my face nigga
Group home was part my company i co-owned it, headhunters out to get you vs., goin one on one with who
And possibly in existence, stop smilin at me
Do you know how many rhymes i ve economically grossed, as another intellectual
ever since the 3rd album i been mentioning you
so i can send a positive message
Bussin with you, if you can t spit at high temperatures then just quit
You fuckin water brain, i wrote all ya best lyrical lines
i respect your opinion as a professional nigga
Don t be sensitive and get on the defensive just practice ya penmanship, why you talkin bout old shit Bis, like 2pac before he left us
yo relax put that down man
But i m gettin tired of havin to remind you bis, headhunters out to get you
lock me in the basement like a fuckin zombie
you constantly keep me behind walls of concrete
I could kill you by drownin the globe, i can t out rap you
If you can t spit at high temperatures then just quit, i always had ya best interests in mind
Nigga welcome to the serpentine world, get the fuck out my face nigga Rip, when niggas first heard of you it was like a man on the moon
it doesn t make sense
Don t be sensitive and get on the defensive just practice ya penmanship, if there s one thing i learned in showbiz vs., you wanna face me bis
Got millions of blueprints on zip disks, i don t know what the fuck germaine is
and you still want me to protect you
Got millions of blueprints on zip disks, put the nozzle to ya eyeball and tell you what not to do Rip, stock versions of sick verses that come with conversions kits
In battles i m a thousand and oh, do you know how many rhymes i ve economically grossed
I don t know what the fuck germaine is, make it impossible to find you
or i could just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in ya throat
You never experienced work like this, got millions of blueprints on zip disks Bis, you despise me
Between me and you yo-know i ll run right thru em, what happened between l and you forget it, niggas in the game don t wanna do nuthin with
What s the matter w slayin these jackers, kick a rhyme
bury you next to shark fossils
as another intellectual
Nobody knows the truth you got talent out the gazoo, insane is an understatement
i m tired of fuckin with you
Nobody knew you bit off my rhymes, if it wasn t for me nobody would ve signed you bis vs., i wrote all ya best lyrical lines
nobody knows the truth you got talent out the gazoo
On the stage if you was tired i would spit em sometimes, people know you won the battle they won t give you the credit
they just mad cause when i see em i don t run up to em
The only thing i could honestly say i love more than women are dope writtens, i m the sickest linguistically illicit lyrical misfit in the business, goin one on one with who
people know you won the battle they won t give you the credit