first round battle tourny against e-one...
beat - biggie "who shot ya"...
Lyrics
e-one diss by identity
ey yo
you should've never picked up the microphone, you suck/
only way you'll beat me is holding 4 leaf clovers for luck/
don't really matter for e-one, your not following the rules/
you could be e-two and i still wouldn't be afraid of you/
diss record sounds like piss, i'ma have to tell you this/
the best part of your audio was when you ended your spit/
whats even worse is that your soundclick's full of remixes/
when was the last time you heard producers spit with sickness/
this is bizness, e-one defeating me is frabracated news/
worse than biggie killing pac with his own loot/
scapegoat's already advanced to the gold medal yo/
while i knock this bitch like team usa off their pedestal/
whenever i grab the microphone, dj's be pressing my vinyl/
just admit it e-one, everybody knows i'm your idol/
like that justin fag losing out to kelly clarkston/
you can't get on my nerves cuz they tuff like sharkskin/
strangle your throat so hard my hands got callases/
this man needs med. assist, don't enter my paremesis/
i'm breaking more records than the world book of guiness/
e-one's no challenge, don't even call yourself my nemesis/
styles full of shit, of all the emcees you're the wackest/
your not even good enough to be no.1 on the wack-list/
go ahead and run to your remixing buddies for practice/
while i'm in co-hoots with bin laden on battle tactics/
i'm the deadliest epidemic to hit since the west nile/
injecting my virus to e-one when he checks my profile/
bugged out like mosquitos, my pen sharp like needles/
the only shells you ever touched were on taco bell burriottos/
why you cutting your music up, this ain't no dj battle/
five different beats and you still speaking a buncha babble/
i admit it kid, i spit wack on that rock it beat/
but then you used it too and showed your even weaker than me/
take advantage of every oppurtunity thrown my way/
punch you drunk till you look like fat joe rapping on stage/
let me be nice and take you out to some asian food stores/
while i be in the backroom, jerking off on your meal course/
cuz when you grab the microphone, i know your not nice/
i've got two words for you e-one, got rice...