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« on: June 10, 2003, 11:13:00 PM »
Yo mcs Aristokats nu in this game-I´ve only started
it ain´t easy 4 me to battle-I´m soft-hearted
not only that but i´m afraid of bein martyred
at the end of it my dead body be carted off the stage
in rage all ya´ll mcs lock me up in a lyrical cage
be gentle with me I´m like a rabbit with mange-contagious
only now I get the mind to be courageous
ya´ll mcs be vivacious,all ya´ll pugnacious,lyrically ostentatious
but me compared to ya´ll my rhymes be heinous
infact me tryna battle leaves me anxious-
to see how I´m gonna get ripped apart-
me and my soft-heart bake me into a cranberry tart
what ya´ll mcs produce is like art-shaped into a thick needle pointed dart
I see it flyin at me not my heart but my head-
to insure ya´ll that I be dead like flopped bread
I´m useless to this place all I´ll be is an excess
ya´ll kill me with perfect acuteness,
shit wait...I´m feelin sorry for myself
what the f*** am I sayin ya´ll can´t affect my health!!!