Lyrics
I'm one of the greatest and latest that seems to be underrated with statements that’s hated by atheists and pagans and cancer patients evasive maneuvers through alley and sewers that’s full of manure we're constantly scratching with invisible pickles like qbert, its
time for renewal, cause this industry needs talent that’s newer, With rhymes that make me nauseated, need the Imodium cure, spit lyrics that’s pure, spit lyrics with the fire, im burning MCs on the mic in hell's kitchen where they retire, I club with 9-irons, breaking caps like rethreaded tires, with rhymes ahead of their time like pregnant drunk chain smoking minors, the ultimate fighter, your mike Tyson the ultimate biter, with corny one liners and rhymes that eave nothing desired
I dont know what i'll be doing, if i wasnt doing this
S.T.Y.l.o. Be screwing, up another DJ's Mix
this is the way that i be living, confusing everybodies mind
this track may be overwritten, im underrated but im fine
soy el desconocido, el matador trae el peligro,
mi edad tiene ventaja como botellas de vino,
me dicen vampiro, no encuentran sangre en los heridos,
El camino me ah traído un rincón de mi destino, es loco mi Estilo, mi manera es incomprensible, de alto calibre, me entienden sin tener que decirles, y cuando me mires, es mejor que desaparezcas, o encuentras cortadas frescas y tu menta esta presa, eres niña fresa,
te pareces como cualquiera, y tu estilo tiene menos valor que un puño de tierra, debajo de varias piedras, tú solo siempre te entierras, aunque tengas a las fieras tu eres el que traes medias, Has lo que quieras, sige siempre los mismos pasos, hasta que no
quede rastro, ya basta no tiene caso si ganes es un milagro mejor has Cancion de Tango
aunque siga con los "hits" yo siempre estoy desapreciado
I'm underrated on the microphone, I must be missing chromosomes,
I'm Always feeling down so they gave me my personal syndrome,
am I retarded?, the record skipped before i started,
I was cursed for writing poetry to my dearly departed
I was told i shouldnt rap no more, unless i make commercial flows,
and maybe then ill find success while searching for the pot of gold
"I Dont know what Ill Be doing,"
If i wasnt doing this, probably sell crack and pimping out your lil
sis, stealing candy from the kids, saying santa dont exist, and
tell them Rudolph's nose is red from all the cocaine that he did,
im ruff and rugged, not even granny's spared from muggings
i replaced the fruit with goat pellets in your blueberry muffins,
