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02-01-2013, 07:50 PM
Herbin Authentics
Redeye
Meth ya style is fucking horrible you need to punch harder
You couldn't become dope if you were writing for ya partner
Step up to the plate and get ya face scared with a mark
The way you pitch a verse, ill smash it way out the park
Im calling ya bluff bitch, you don't pack shit behind ya punches
Wrap a twenty round my fist, to put ya money where ya mouth is
Your format is wack, where the fuck did you learn to rhyme?
To murder you would be straight up boring, id rather kill time
I got an itchy trigger finger, plus im paranoid from the weed
You two punk bitches are fake, like your girls hair Weave
Canes a known ass kisser, that explains why ya tounges hairy
Ive knocked out so many teeth; I had to employ the tooth fairy
Moksheezy
These fuckin cats have no life, but front like they rep spots
Cane would never hit an old girlfriend, but all he does is X-Box
That couldn't possibly be less ill, infact you'd be best killed
Even if it were ghostwritten that bullshit wouldn't posses skill
My threats will completely crumble ya ego, call me the designer
And you're way too wack for prose, son go down to the minors
In side you're a loser, ya need to learn that I see through clowns
Fuck jus the ugly stick, it took the whole forest to beat you down
Wont pass the round when I pry through, son my mics crude
Take a hike dude. Usin similes and still nobody likes you
Unbelievably wack, there is no flow, hence, cruising is stupid
Ya style's a shack, you don't even have room for improvement
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CaneMetheus
Metheus:
trust that we win.. Cane 'n Meth put ya luck at its end..
our spot's reserved, yall had to win a battle just to get in..
I been distortin.. fates and outcomes.. amendin fortunes..
so Meth's killin two beforehand, like twin abortions..
yall good in ya own world.. but in actuality niggas..
you'll see how much the truth hurts, when reality hits ya..
and these explosive spits assist me when I smolder kids..
ya skill level was almost a problem.. til I got over it..
ya'll never get better.. both doomed wit contusions..
cuz ya egos just moved in ya rooms for improvement..
and cuz'a that, razors'll slash, the kids we're facin are trash..
yall were ill as the underdog.. then the basement collapsed..
Cane:
get off of this planet, ya whole existance is defacin the turf
cuz trust me, Moksha's just a pimple on the face of the earth
was it slurred when i said it? you're a fuckin turd 'n i meant it
this isn't imitation at all, when Cane stay herb'n authentics
if Mok 'n Red aint feelin my punches, then their bones might
cuz ya egos mean shit when i beat you both at your home site
test us ya faggots..Cane 'n Epi wont hesitate to let the lead fly
dont gotta make a cure to make sure nobody has read eye
we'll beat you twice before this is over, when this knifes slicin
cause a couple of L's will knock you the fuck out, like Mike Tyson
put a few bucks on ya..'n you'll bleed if you eva need sponsors
Cane'll break you into a thousand peaces, like a 70's concert
Redeye
Meth ya style is fucking horrible you need to punch harder
You couldn't become dope if you were writing for ya partner
Step up to the plate and get ya face scared with a mark
The way you pitch a verse, ill smash it way out the park
Im calling ya bluff bitch, you don't pack shit behind ya punches
Wrap a twenty round my fist, to put ya money where ya mouth is
Your format is wack, where the fuck did you learn to rhyme?
To murder you would be straight up boring, id rather kill time
I got an itchy trigger finger, plus im paranoid from the weed
You two punk bitches are fake, like your girls hair Weave
Canes a known ass kisser, that explains why ya tounges hairy
Ive knocked out so many teeth; I had to employ the tooth fairy
Moksheezy
These fuckin cats have no life, but front like they rep spots
Cane would never hit an old girlfriend, but all he does is X-Box
That couldn't possibly be less ill, infact you'd be best killed
Even if it were ghostwritten that bullshit wouldn't posses skill
My threats will completely crumble ya ego, call me the designer
And you're way too wack for prose, son go down to the minors
In side you're a loser, ya need to learn that I see through clowns
Fuck jus the ugly stick, it took the whole forest to beat you down
Wont pass the round when I pry through, son my mics crude
Take a hike dude. Usin similes and still nobody likes you
Unbelievably wack, there is no flow, hence, cruising is stupid
Ya style's a shack, you don't even have room for improvement
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CaneMetheus
Metheus:
trust that we win.. Cane 'n Meth put ya luck at its end..
our spot's reserved, yall had to win a battle just to get in..
I been distortin.. fates and outcomes.. amendin fortunes..
so Meth's killin two beforehand, like twin abortions..
yall good in ya own world.. but in actuality niggas..
you'll see how much the truth hurts, when reality hits ya..
and these explosive spits assist me when I smolder kids..
ya skill level was almost a problem.. til I got over it..
ya'll never get better.. both doomed wit contusions..
cuz ya egos just moved in ya rooms for improvement..
and cuz'a that, razors'll slash, the kids we're facin are trash..
yall were ill as the underdog.. then the basement collapsed..
Cane:
get off of this planet, ya whole existance is defacin the turf
cuz trust me, Moksha's just a pimple on the face of the earth
was it slurred when i said it? you're a fuckin turd 'n i meant it
this isn't imitation at all, when Cane stay herb'n authentics
if Mok 'n Red aint feelin my punches, then their bones might
cuz ya egos mean shit when i beat you both at your home site
test us ya faggots..Cane 'n Epi wont hesitate to let the lead fly
dont gotta make a cure to make sure nobody has read eye
we'll beat you twice before this is over, when this knifes slicin
cause a couple of L's will knock you the fuck out, like Mike Tyson
put a few bucks on ya..'n you'll bleed if you eva need sponsors
Cane'll break you into a thousand peaces, like a 70's concert