02-03-2013, 03:03 PM | #1 |
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Join Date: Aug 1997
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Round 2: Equation vs Rev Prez
Equation:
i’m one of the best heads stick you for your credit cards and S S thread’s chappelle’s block party 2, let me introduce the dead prez whatever’s your best’s less, don’t ask for none of that leeway junk so i break both of ya legs and start blastin DJ Unk have you seeing double, make you feel like it’s a threeway, uh i’ll grab ya fro and flip ya head till you look like freeway’s son just in case you didn’t catch it, let me remind ya, boy, listen i’ll make ya head flip like joe dumars, detroit pistons don’t just kill christians, equal opportunity hater, trust me i’m so bad, there’s buzz that the devil’s afraid to cuss me you can’t touch me, not on my level, i battle beasts you can’t even touch me if you went from rev to cathlic priest you think ya savage? please. you think that ya militant? i’m not the only muslim who recites verses before killing it you can try to be diligent, just understand that i’m villainous how you gonna box with me when ya arms shorter then kevin willis’s Rev Prez: Any dream you had of walkin away from round two ends now...No wonder trap had to mark me down two I shoulda left you in the gutter I found you in Stick to text, son...I ain't above scrapin garbage off of the soundproofin The only thing you got in common with Don Rawlins and Charlie Murphy, besides barely working, is you hardly worth it Rev ain't Chappelle, so get the fuck off my nuts, son Just take the handicap and walk if its double or nothin And if you voters out there wanna cause trouble or sumtin Be warned...my beef lasts for a couple of months And E don't believe that this life is real That same line of thinking put La Russa behind the wheel scammed Illa into thinking that his rhymes was ill and probably taught Fifty Cent it's all right to squeal What will E say when that pipe he feel inchin up his ass crack starts to grind his filth? The Internets is Tubes, son...not a dump truck you jump on swinging nunchucks, you dumb fuck This math is wasted differentiating Equation with just the pen and the paper, I'd separate his brain stem in broad daylight, with witnesses to the facelift so long trap's etched my check out by the arraignment Try sumtin...I shit on shifty-eyed Muslims, bomb Hebron and stomp on your fifty-five cousins Let me stretch E and Muqtada al-Sadr tom'arrah Bury both colla deep, in hollow of pigs' feet Insh'Allah, fuck that, if God willin at all E will bow before Jesus by the end of the song |
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