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trap.
02-02-2013, 03:31 PM
Nebs


To Tangible, the Rappin' Scarecrow...

Tangible's more than a wack candidate, he's a faggot-preneur:
Breakin new grounds with rap, by battlin' floors
Tang the bravest of gangsters, tryna fill a stage with his anger
But it looks like the chip on his shoulder's been replaced with a chancre
I riddle bitches with ammo, though in this battle yo
"Bullets aren't palpable"...that's just a fancy way ta say they're intangible
Craftsman-ship? The boat just capsized; you smokin crack? why?
Judgin from ya pic ya don't need pipes ta toke ta be the token black guy
You the only colored cat in the pic, ya white audience sick of you
They add insult ta injury, and give you a chorus of jiggaboos
They curse ya skin tint; 'fore ya kick ya first verse's sentence
You gotta make your way to the stage by way of the servant's entrance
Bet ya feel special with ya hick crew, you dumb as shit dawg
I'd be worried if I was the only nigga in the Lynch Mobb
Is THAT what you like? Then nigga you retarded as a bitch
And like Handi-man in drag......................you STILL retarded as a bitch
Against some prejudice this fag is invincible
Don't bitch bout racial profiliin...cuz in profile ya skinny ass is invisible
Compared ta you my lev'rage is huge, ya slimmer than thread in a spool
Who needs transmission, there's a 'stick shift' whenever you move
You get over depressions over ya non-muscular frame,
But ya can't 'hold ya head high' for long, it's too much of a strain
Ya weight's equal to a buck fifty...
And I mean a fuckin dollar bill, plus the subsequent change


vs


Tangible


Ahaha.. Look at this deformed ass nigga.

Hes the product of 2 cousins, who believe in freedoms power
.. so when it comes to inbred, he aint talkin bout yeast and flour.
Nebs, just cease and cower.. you hardly rap believable..
Only thing jumpin from your words.. is a polygraph needle.
Plus you gon prolly ack feeble, when given a chance to shine..
Thinkin you really 'holdin ya ground'.. till I win in a landslide.
And while pondering lack of fame, you need no philosopher..
Those aint paparazzi.. theyre your freak show photographers.
Have a shotput in the air.. ill be the one to defeat your gunners..
. While doing laps AROUND you, like 400 meter runners..
Come & meet your punisher.. you too shallow to lash a fist..
Nigga, that aint a moustache.. its a shadow cast by ya lips.
Shit. I mistook Nebs for Chris Tucker, the piss-poor dummy..
.then realized that this fucker, ain't really rich.. OR funny.
& If your photo was a bit more ugly? I'd abort vision...
Go tell your make up artist she should become a mortician.
This whore's bitchin, & Nebs aint trynna flex a mug disguise..
His eyebrows just gotta be that thick to protect his buggish eyes.
So don't be surprised, when Mr. Never Ending Black Spiritual..
Gets sent back in a casket, to the never-ending black spirit world.
If we talkin bout 'strokes of genius' & the brains you loaned..
They werent inherited from your pops... he just gave you dome.
Im known to break thru zones, leavin mics broke and burned..
So youll only avoid a KO... if you count the spite vote from Serge.

Ungh.


-Tang