trap.
02-03-2013, 03:55 PM
Rudge1
I see you got high hopes..
but man, look.
TTT? How can you not see-me-wnnin'..
I'm prolly the reason you're the only Continuum cat competing-in-it.
Rudge stays ominous with lyrics..
While you gettin' a 'little behind in your work' like proctologists for
midgets.
It's cool to get nervous-with-me..
You being confident is like College. It only helps to a certain-'degree.'
Ya flow kid I'll snuff-it-blind..
Cause if you read this verse on Xstacy, you couldn't 'roll with a
punch'-of-mine.
I saw your picture..hate to blow ya spot but honestly.
You didn't quite win the dermatologic lottery.
Fuck modesty look at this niggas freak complexion.
His motherfuckin' face look like dry mud with leaf-impressions..
You need direction-and-focus..
That's why instead of legible-dopeness, you get my foot in your
excrement-orifice.
So please shut yo mouth like the Shaft jingle..
You can't make 'cheese' off them MP3's, you need to 'Craft Singles'.
Them audios do nothin but hurt-you..
I guess light IS faster than sound; I thought you shined before I heard-you.
You still have yet to impress me since you came-on..
You're like a mountain in the Amazon, 'inclined' to get 'reigned'-on.
It's more than Tom Foolery thinkin' you can do me, truly.
Coon-please, your end is in sight like you mooned-me.
EVERYONE who thinks they as tight-as-me-loses..
Go study Archeology, since I got your career lying-in-'ruins'.
My words are frightening -in-usage; do more than leave you scared-straight.
I'll kill your whole lineage to add to your bad 'heir' day's.
And I know fat jokes can't make this nigga-bitter..
But come on now. Cash can't even LAUGH unless it's-a-'Snicker'.
Ya squads quite annoyin' and when I start mic enforcin',
All of ya'll get your wigs split up like bald dykes divorcin'.
Hip hop don't like you as a person. Fuck if youre Ill-or-weak.
You couldn't make headlines if you had corduroy pillow-sheets.
I quip like a shirt after you wear it; seamless.
If someone says your verse is fly, it's cause it looks like you 'winged'-it..
Take notes Cash, that's how a Professional raps.
Now grab a handful of your hair and take a Professional Nap.
You portly, TUMBLEWEED headed mufucka, you.
Cashmere the PRO
Now you gonna see why I'm the PRO. Eliminated with your own style. - "This is how it should be done" -
I know you prepared good for this whippin' you set to get
Thanx Rudge, cause all you did was give my website extra hits
Listening to tracks looking for something but I doubt that you
Found anything, so be like all the others say something 'bout my crew
Now that you've been exposed, all the others'll know
In fact I'll write your verse for you Jugga and Kno, Jugga and Kno
Cause that's all you could do since in round 2 you wound up with me
Wearing "BITCH" on your undershirts since it fits your style to a tee
Roll your verses in pita we still wouldn't be into these wraps (raps)
Cause you lost the gift like Santa with a memory lapse
At first, I had to think of metaphors to lump you up
Then it hit me, you wack like you, that about sums it up
If you was hard sweatin' I would begin to
But like a woman pregnant with sextuplet girls, you got a lotta pussy in you
And what good it did you to think clever jokes when you can't get no
Wins against PRO, couldn't train hard enough if you wrote on the Metro
Pick a vowel: U A level below me, better keep your Is up
Took Prophet with Es cause you used your O's listenin' to my stuff
Beatin' the Cash, c'mon now what was you thinking
Revealed that you a gay boxer, so that's how you comin' out swinging
You nice? Well I have to admit you sorta, kinda, semi
But skills, you need to get more, go call Roger or Demi
I asked cats "Do you think he's ill? And be honest" and they are
Thought you was that chick from love and basketball cause they all say nah (Sanaa Lathan)
You started nice but turned subpar bogeyed each hole up on the back nine
I thought you typed all underscores cause I couldn't see one fat line
Just looking for skill, checked your whole verse, but doubt its there
I'll have you rapin' a wig, so Rudge can get the fuck outta hair (here)
I see you got high hopes..
but man, look.
TTT? How can you not see-me-wnnin'..
I'm prolly the reason you're the only Continuum cat competing-in-it.
Rudge stays ominous with lyrics..
While you gettin' a 'little behind in your work' like proctologists for
midgets.
It's cool to get nervous-with-me..
You being confident is like College. It only helps to a certain-'degree.'
Ya flow kid I'll snuff-it-blind..
Cause if you read this verse on Xstacy, you couldn't 'roll with a
punch'-of-mine.
I saw your picture..hate to blow ya spot but honestly.
You didn't quite win the dermatologic lottery.
Fuck modesty look at this niggas freak complexion.
His motherfuckin' face look like dry mud with leaf-impressions..
You need direction-and-focus..
That's why instead of legible-dopeness, you get my foot in your
excrement-orifice.
So please shut yo mouth like the Shaft jingle..
You can't make 'cheese' off them MP3's, you need to 'Craft Singles'.
Them audios do nothin but hurt-you..
I guess light IS faster than sound; I thought you shined before I heard-you.
You still have yet to impress me since you came-on..
You're like a mountain in the Amazon, 'inclined' to get 'reigned'-on.
It's more than Tom Foolery thinkin' you can do me, truly.
Coon-please, your end is in sight like you mooned-me.
EVERYONE who thinks they as tight-as-me-loses..
Go study Archeology, since I got your career lying-in-'ruins'.
My words are frightening -in-usage; do more than leave you scared-straight.
I'll kill your whole lineage to add to your bad 'heir' day's.
And I know fat jokes can't make this nigga-bitter..
But come on now. Cash can't even LAUGH unless it's-a-'Snicker'.
Ya squads quite annoyin' and when I start mic enforcin',
All of ya'll get your wigs split up like bald dykes divorcin'.
Hip hop don't like you as a person. Fuck if youre Ill-or-weak.
You couldn't make headlines if you had corduroy pillow-sheets.
I quip like a shirt after you wear it; seamless.
If someone says your verse is fly, it's cause it looks like you 'winged'-it..
Take notes Cash, that's how a Professional raps.
Now grab a handful of your hair and take a Professional Nap.
You portly, TUMBLEWEED headed mufucka, you.
Cashmere the PRO
Now you gonna see why I'm the PRO. Eliminated with your own style. - "This is how it should be done" -
I know you prepared good for this whippin' you set to get
Thanx Rudge, cause all you did was give my website extra hits
Listening to tracks looking for something but I doubt that you
Found anything, so be like all the others say something 'bout my crew
Now that you've been exposed, all the others'll know
In fact I'll write your verse for you Jugga and Kno, Jugga and Kno
Cause that's all you could do since in round 2 you wound up with me
Wearing "BITCH" on your undershirts since it fits your style to a tee
Roll your verses in pita we still wouldn't be into these wraps (raps)
Cause you lost the gift like Santa with a memory lapse
At first, I had to think of metaphors to lump you up
Then it hit me, you wack like you, that about sums it up
If you was hard sweatin' I would begin to
But like a woman pregnant with sextuplet girls, you got a lotta pussy in you
And what good it did you to think clever jokes when you can't get no
Wins against PRO, couldn't train hard enough if you wrote on the Metro
Pick a vowel: U A level below me, better keep your Is up
Took Prophet with Es cause you used your O's listenin' to my stuff
Beatin' the Cash, c'mon now what was you thinking
Revealed that you a gay boxer, so that's how you comin' out swinging
You nice? Well I have to admit you sorta, kinda, semi
But skills, you need to get more, go call Roger or Demi
I asked cats "Do you think he's ill? And be honest" and they are
Thought you was that chick from love and basketball cause they all say nah (Sanaa Lathan)
You started nice but turned subpar bogeyed each hole up on the back nine
I thought you typed all underscores cause I couldn't see one fat line
Just looking for skill, checked your whole verse, but doubt its there
I'll have you rapin' a wig, so Rudge can get the fuck outta hair (here)