- Tue Jun 02, 2009 4:59 am
#20498
D-Elite doesn't like rap,
He don't see but he calls it crap,
whatever though,
that's him, not me so,
I'll continue with my rhymes,
with no beef to cease,
enough of that,
I cock back the fo-five then jet,
bustin shots thru ya windows,
wackin fools I never met,
But that's the way, you niggas gon pay,
When you f**k with mines,
From times and time again,
I have to send,
A little messgae with the tech nine, so fool don't sweat mines,
So you know I ain't slippin,
I'll put three in ya chest, let yall know who's da best,
I could tell you was a punk from the first day you was testin,
fake gold rang, fake gold chain,
You aint a balla, you a scrub,
Hah, you's insane,
The way you get dissed, I dont even feel ya pain,
I see you slippin,
I see you trippin,
Dont run, You can't hide,
From the niggity-nine,
f**k with me, and ya outta line,
I grew up on the crime side, the break ya spine side,
The,
Front, and it's your time side!
I went, from little 'ol CZ's,
To big D's, in my ear, when I started slangin 40 Key's from over-seas,
When I got this scrilla, I started feelin killas, for they f***ing bills,
It kills da youth when we don't tell tha truth,
Little kids smokin woolies to get ill,
Shankin niggas in, phone booths,
That, New Orleans-Mindframe,
That, Fury & Rage thang,
That makes 'em wanna, peel thangs, when they, hear thangs,
But you know you needa cool thangs,
This sh*t I'm spittin is pure truth,
Better watch ya back fool,
Cuz niggas lose they cool.
-Derek or, Sedans
Lol... That was not that good I know, But I was bored, I figured I'd give it a shot.
Now THIS, is an anthemBlaze up the fiya push up ya arms demBig up d'lioness wi lion dem!