Ultra Combo ( vs. Punches GRB Semi-Finals)
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
Now I know this Cat is Loser, but for a lack of amusement //
Im bout to strap up my boots, n whoop his ass just to prove it //
you wack in da booth n I have to be truthful //
as far as delivery you gotta huge gap for improvement //
you have to be stupid //
to think I wont subdue Punches like a masterful use of grapple maneuvers //
to quick for ya punches, you cant hit me for nuthin //
he need ta get it in his head, like a viscous concussion //
theres no defense for the punishment Im dishin' to punches //
Have em hittin da bench, like da bench, had dissed em or somethin //
he spittin his punches, N Im gettin annoyed //
more pissed by da minute, as I listen to his rediculous voice //
Im fixta destroy all Gar-bage' you spittin //
cuz I got Punches on Lock, Like arm Bar submissions //
This muthafuckaz berserk //N I would have some dirt on
punches, but the ref wiped my gloves on his shirt //
So when I humble the son of drunk nun at a church //
this mumblin twerp is fuckin absurd if he mumbles a word //
I beat em, bloody or worse, leave em slumped in the dirt //
pleadin, covered in earth, leakin out his lungs on shirt //
jesus, for what it was worth, jeff can... keep the cash //
cuz I dont condone cheap punches... like sneak attacks //
but punches.. got wee muscles... like sea food snacks //
had intentions on gettin Bux, well you can DQ that //
da money's mine, funny lines is where I beat you at //
punches aint raisin the bar, hell, even his EQ's Flat //
I peeped dudes tracks, N I think you trash //
you aint punches, you more like a feeble jab //
N I beat dudes ass, if he speak to fast //
Playa Beige'll Negate whateva reach you had //
dont believe me, just tell me where to reach you at //
N I gladly put fist where ya sweet tooth at //
You can die for nuthin // cuz truly,
ya flow so fruity, I thought you was Hawiian Punches //
ya rhymes is Busted, ... this kids a disgrace //
give me a break, we all know that you aint gettin at beige //
Bitch, I clicked on this page n found a pic of his face //
the one that dzk had gave, to the first kid that you faced //
N I dont know what spawned a bigger debate //
which on of you was which, or which one of you was inflicted wit AIDs //
sittin amazed wit a stumped expression, pickin my brains //
he givin a gay grin while friend is lickin his face //
I was minutes away from quittin, till I noticed my daughter //
had poked her head in the door, n she was holdin a bottle..
of coke she brought me... thought my focus was gone till...
she called you harry potter n soda shot outta both of my nostrils //
Now I picture this homo holdin a concert..
wavin his magic wand hopin the audience wont notice he's afwful //
flowin that nonsense, u oughta be tossed in a cell //
locked in a jail without any possible option for bail //
Cuz Imma Boss wit the punches... when they compare our verses,
hell, you might as well say that you lost to yaself //
cuz as far as punches concerned, Im down to clown bastadz //
n yours are harder to find than round and brown passes //
round for round nasty // Get UFC wit it
Im bringin punches down, like ground and pound tactics //
Ya bars are just wack face it // cuz as far as punches,
Ive already cornered the market like gas stations //
Bow Down, no rope a dope tricks // Beige WHIPPIN PUNCHES,
Harder than Bow Wow On Tokyo Drift //
