Bloody Knuckles (grb Semi's vs. Punches)
All around.. tryin to gravitate more to songs these day... But Um sure the battles will always be present.
What da deal is people...
this is ya boi Beige.. Jus another Cat.. doin what I feel like. This, I dunno.. I feel I always got this ... Its just a part of me.
Really its jus a hobby.. I think bout takin it seriously.. then look at all the good UNSIGNED talent.. and be like ahh Blahh.
As far as the Issuez part goes.. just recently decided to pick it up.. hell peoplez been tellin me I got Issuez 4 years... Guess its time to add it to da Title.. Holla
Lyrics
well, here goes nuthin, I hope ya fans are behind you //
I hope Illy's holdin ya hand tight and standin beside you //
tell em be a good buddy n hand you a rifle //
cuz before this battle transpired, you actually had a chance at the finals //
now there aint a cat in the semi's that even concerns me //
every herb I deemed worthy of eatin has been beat in the tourney //
jeff must want me to win, n I must admit Im feelin flattered //
3 easy rounds, n now this chump on a silver platter //
The Real HitMan... death is a Art I've Mastered //
have M16's runnin thru head like Marshall Mathers //
but you in need of some leverage // wit more
generic punch's than the dollar store keeps of the beverage //
to even think you contestin me in this freakin profession..
like I wont beat you to death with out a inkling of effort //
leads me to believe I need to teach you a lesson //
ya songs might have "punchlines for days", but beige about leave wit ya record //(name of one of his songs)
theres No contestin the votes, when Im severin' throats //
n you'll be left with less of a hope then enef if his messenger broke //
bitch... Im ness with flow, sorta bux to my swagga //
wit da vocab of DZK, minus all the dungeons n dragons //
but enough of the braggin, this kid is a faggot //
Spittin that wackness, punches aint shined since enter the dragon //
Who's Da Masta... you allready know da answer //
cuz if this asshole gettin bumped then its gotta be colon cancer //
punches my ass... you aint even throwin a jab son //
cuz "punches a fag", like a homophobic reactions //
yall quote me "this bastads roll was over with faster
then the track he posted to battle that lil homo he raps wit" //
Im just closin the casket, give ILL a lil kiss //
then I bury you alive, like da kill bill bitch //
n you sure aint survivin wit no kill bill tricks //
not wit the size of that fist, witcha thin lil wrist //
seen ya friend n his pic, wit ya trim lil chick //
n after a minute.. started debatin over which one was which //
shyt.. hold up... 2 minute time out //
theres a remarkable resemblance between the two of ya eyebrows //
n Im Just speakin out loud// but Im willin to bet a g
She’s at his house every weekend tweezin his brows //
clearly da shyts upsettin me // her big ass teeth.. punches cant sneak in
a low blow with out fearin a vivasectomy //
no wonder he's mad when he raps, cuz when he smash from the back //
he aint smackin her ass, without notes from anatomy class //
that has to bad... I mean I seen chicks thats petite //
but when you tell her you wanna jump her bones, dog, It aint a figure of speech //
yeah, shout outs to illy... his wack lil friend //
Imma use ya beat and show you how to actually win //
this cat can pretend like he a beast wit da bars //
till I make his career dissapear like chico de'barge //
queer thinkin he's hard, but he got no flow //
if you punches, I must be a ultra combo code //
cuz when it comes to beef, I gotta killer instinct //
N you workin hard for the poll's (poles) like Hilary C //
blood spilt on my jeans, my shirt n sneaks //
you couldnt bite my steez wit ya girlfriends teeth //
I hope this whisperin queer is listenin clear //
if you dependin on this check, you need to pick a different career //
cuz gay rappers aint original, we got a million in here //
time out... is this guy in the picture lickin ya ear ? //
aww he went nimmy on us ...Illy sippin on beers //
you hopin he'll fill your stockins wit more than christmasy cheer//
its a scary thought, I bet its very akward //
I know theres magic in the air, dude lookin like harry potter //
punches walks beside him, in the apartment rhymin //
circuitrys perfectly fine, but sparks is flyin //
he can finish illy's verses when he's lost his timin //
but when thier eyes meet.. WOW.. there's an akward silence //
N Im not denyin you gotta lil jab//
but its obvious you been F'n illy longer than Donavan McNabb //
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