Post by Vallus on Jan 17, 2006 21:43:31 GMT
Sandy was shockin cuz he was rockin his role,
So, the consequences for him r I'll toss a chrome
Supposed to be a pro, locked in on top of the throne
Now we all know n all his fucking options have flown,
We used ta hold it down like Gibson n Glover
Now grips is rubber, no time for gettin some cover
We dissed on clowns together,
Held down the grounds together
Gotta do the god like Mega was
Done by Nas for bein out fa cheddar
Why aspire to be a writer with lies not effort?
I'll spy, devise a plot, then send demise to ur measures....
It was Rocky & Apollo,
He was a vote away from winnin in the league,
Now his spot is hollowed
From bein fucking cheeky & insisting defeat,
He......should have just written his sheets
Been a truly hard act to follow when spittin a piece
It's like Cassidy & Sundance n one of 'em steals their cream
Until now why he kept sayin "it's my final diss" was a mystery
He never knew how much longer he could continue his schemes....
It makes our Hall Of Fame look like a Wall Of Shame
& this nigga is all to blame for taken apart in stallin r place
Now we can get back to rappin n finally got some grace
I'll keep the ink spillin till he's gone without a trace
No synocopated tears, 2 blink away the fears
There's no other biters or liars residing in here
Likely been speared, now the air is plenty fresh to breathe
We holdin down this place collectively with recipes
Not aspiring to steal another writers sets to speak
Let them have their destiny's n we'll stick to weaponry
We all have our own stress to seethe
So type ur own lines when u write or fucking let us be
So, the consequences for him r I'll toss a chrome
Supposed to be a pro, locked in on top of the throne
Now we all know n all his fucking options have flown,
We used ta hold it down like Gibson n Glover
Now grips is rubber, no time for gettin some cover
We dissed on clowns together,
Held down the grounds together
Gotta do the god like Mega was
Done by Nas for bein out fa cheddar
Why aspire to be a writer with lies not effort?
I'll spy, devise a plot, then send demise to ur measures....
It was Rocky & Apollo,
He was a vote away from winnin in the league,
Now his spot is hollowed
From bein fucking cheeky & insisting defeat,
He......should have just written his sheets
Been a truly hard act to follow when spittin a piece
It's like Cassidy & Sundance n one of 'em steals their cream
Until now why he kept sayin "it's my final diss" was a mystery
He never knew how much longer he could continue his schemes....
It makes our Hall Of Fame look like a Wall Of Shame
& this nigga is all to blame for taken apart in stallin r place
Now we can get back to rappin n finally got some grace
I'll keep the ink spillin till he's gone without a trace
No synocopated tears, 2 blink away the fears
There's no other biters or liars residing in here
Likely been speared, now the air is plenty fresh to breathe
We holdin down this place collectively with recipes
Not aspiring to steal another writers sets to speak
Let them have their destiny's n we'll stick to weaponry
We all have our own stress to seethe
So type ur own lines when u write or fucking let us be
