Lyrics
People sayin I wont Beat you // yall think this was round one,
cuz Hibe is prayin for a DQ //
I ingnore all the Hype on the board for Hibe //
his siggy forged, but his chin betta be fortified //
gotta protect his rep, I cant blame him for that //
But you claimin I suck, is jus makin me laugh //
Yeah, ya emotion is nice, But ya lyrics is scarce //
So whoever votin for hibe, must be hearin impaired //
like abortion clinics, My delivery's to Kill for //
And yours is just sad like delivery of still borns //
just Accept it tubby // Cuz from what I peeped,
Man, Ya flow Is Outta Sync, like congested plumbing //
The beat goes one way, n this hoe goes another //
do I consider Hibe Nice...hell No muthafuckaz //
This kids dead meat // N by the way, that was the fakest
freestyle I've ever heard to a Dip-Set Beat //
pretend to be toy soldier // It cant be considered a freestyle
if the shyt got like six different voice overs //
I cant even Look at this fucka // I told Hibe to
KNOW HIS ROLE, His fat ass looked at his stomach //
Keep Sayin Im Wack // n Hatin on Beige,
N Imma put nation is his place, like Im makin a Map //
cuz I came here to win, N Im aimin for chins //
So if you aimin to Win, Playa, you betta start aimin some friends //
Or end up in a horibble dream //
Cuz to get a vote this round, you gonna need to be the lord of the Rings //
they said "all the Hype was ya Down Fall Biege //
yeah, but Hibernation comin to a end, Like ground hogs day //
this muthafucka aint touchin my rhymes //
This tourney says summer, so Hibernation doesnt apply //
ravage my soul, this kid insane //
he got the most played punches, I've seen since tysons Video Game //
You wastin ya time spittin a track dude // Im tryin to help you,
Cuz all you gonna do is blow ya doe, n spend it on snack food
give this guy some support // I Heard there was Prize
Money at stake, so I hid all his knifes n his forks //
talkin Gangsta, but from the face on his pic //
If he did break in ya crib, the only thing he gone raid is the fridge //
I aint concerned by this man the slightest //
N fuck skrybe Minds for even thinkin he got a chance at the title //
Bring my A game, You fuckin stupid //
You betta bring ya A team, n start recruitin some substitutions //
I slump n Bruisem, I got the guts to do it //
Hell I even Let yall bring back Bux to prove it //
It aint nuthin to it, Son Imma Soldier //
This Aint Luck, Im on a roll, like the pudge on ya shoulder //
da dumb shit is over, with the Punches Im throwin //
Forget Hibernation, Imma put this chump in a coma //
N its alotta dudes out there Hopin I lose //
But I gotta news flash for all the doubters, It wont be to you //
Cuz On the Battlin tip // the only thing gettin derailed,
Is ya delivery, hell, its allready off track n a bitch //
I just laugh at this kid, cuz he wants my belt //
But this Pussy, can take that dick in his avy, and go fuck him self //
Hibernation = The act of retiring into inactivity
This beat is just nasty. I can't belive you lost this man