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Biography:
just a taste of my skill....
the beat builds and cats still rap wit weak skills/
defeat still can’t kill Black or Pete’s skill// (naw..)
they’re not real, we should attack their fleet, chill/
..fore’ we bury all you bastards in a cheap field//
deceit paves the way/
Pete grab the tec, blast their vest, I already pre-made their graves// (haha..)
I ain’t come to save the day/
we came to bring a hip hop regiment, and this is what we came to say://
me and Pete ain’t tryna take on mills/ (dollars..)
cuz a nigga to ambitious-- I wanna see my face on bills//
got space to fill and ima leave ya breathless stupid/
seein’ us is like seein’ the God of Death Anubis// (you can’t..)
protect yourself..I see you got a vest so use it/
must be loosin’ ya mind if you think the best is you kid//
know the best, we keepin’ all our foes in check/
a warnin’ to all emcees, we pose a threat//
were fine on our own, we don’t need the pro’s respect/
and speak on my name, thus I’ll put you hoes to rest//
whose flow’s the best? and in this game show’s the best/ (tell em’ son..)
thus its over son, it’s your fault you chose ya death/
load the tec, kid and Don P’ll knife ya throat/
recite this ho, you cats don’t need a life no mo’//
we endin’ the sorry lives of all you dykes and hoes/
..who challenge the two elites and try and fight us both//
despite the flow, you bitches couldn’t write wit Joe/
I’m a wolf-- I see the world through a snipers scope// (damn...)
ya’ll niggas’ll trash talk whenever our paths cross/
you blast glocks?! cut the bullshit-- admit you fags lost//
you gotta feel this, distill these lyrics from the realness/
you still bitch, I’m more “Bad Boy” than Will Smith// (haha, yeah..)
you suckas tryna touch the surface/
were up to perfect, so next to us you *bleep*s are worthless// (it’s like this..)
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