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oscar biggs - skilled to the teeth lyrics

(verse1 oscar biggs)
i come through with raw lyrics to blast
you’ll get smashed you half ass rappers better dash fast
i’m the emcee you better run from
rhymes is shockin’ so much you’d think the mic was a stun gun
i write poems everyday like a ritual it’s spiritual
and a way to stay lyrical incredible
the way i get a crowd hysterical a miracle
i’m that m+th+f+ckin’ emcee that’s invincible
you won’t remain intact with yo wack tricks and tactics
fast quick kodak this techniques you lack this
steppin’ to me y’ain’t gone get jack sh+t
rat snitch fat b+tch you’ll get yo ass kicked
you would’nt do nothing if i decided to hunt you down
swallowin’ a bottle of v++gr+ you still could’nt f+ck around
i’m a sneaky villain i’ll do what it takes to win
i’d break a bottle of gin on yo punk ass chin
gangsta persona death before dishoner
i know alcoholics that’d stab you for coronas
y’all ready know oscars pedigree
i make moves that the referees could never see
i’ma always represent what i believe in and try achivin’
my goals while i’m still m+th+ f+ckin’ breathin’

(verse2 oscar biggs)
my rap style’s ill my rhymes is getting heard and
the word is wack emcees i’m f+ckin’ hurtin
i jam punks like my name was julius irving
i got a live crew lurkin’ for feuds to burst and
you’ll never catch oscar biggs rockin’ with snitches
i treat guns like sl+ts i be c+ckin’ them b+tches
i keep it raw i’m ready for war if you see my sword
that spells death like a devil on a ouija board
peep the force of course yo sometimes i floss
my punchlines is like grenades that i love to toss
i’d keep it real in defeat but i never got beat
i’m lyrical og and i’m sk!lled to the t++th
emcees nowadays be fools in the head
m+th+f+cka’s just ain’t the sharpest tools in the shed
better not start sh+t you gone regret kid
beefin’ with me’s like p+ssin’ against the wind yo you gon’ get wetted

(verse3 oscar biggs)
if you’se a phony emcee you’se a b+tch and i hate your gutts
you’se a bl+wj+b to rap i’ma make you suck
f+ckin’ with o sh+ts gone get painful as f+ck
like getting kicked twice by a giant that aimed for your nutts
i always spit the raw sh+t regardless my bars get
funky like the smell of some m+th+f+ckin’ armpits
i’m all this and all that with the raw raps
you better fall back before you get yo f+ckin’ jaw snapped
i keep it heated on the beats or the streets
if talent was sugar then my sh+t’d be sweet
i got connections from over here to albuquerque
emcees that step to me’ll get sliced like a piece of turkey
y’all can’t get with this lyricist better be dippin’ the premesis
they say milk’s good for your t++th like when you stick to your bizness is
the wickedest b+st+rd’s back kickin’ a master rap
matter fact capture that my names on the map

- oscar biggs lyrics

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