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the noncents - 93 til infinity (freestyle) lyrics

[verse 1: detz]

go ahead and tell everyone that your d-ck’s bigger than mine
like the united states standing next to lichtenstein
but if you really want to talk about a better emcee
get your p-ssport, cause you’re coming to my country
and i’m coming to yours cause i’ve got something to give em
a little white boy with a whole lot of rhythm
within him and in a minute he’ll spit it sicker than
shitting and when he’s finished you’ll wish that this minute was infinite
a punch line? yeah, you bet i got one
battling me is like playing roulette with a shotgun
and when you’re done i’ll take a shot from the shell
a little rums got me spitting flames hotter than hell
you couldn’t even flow on a stage with eddie vedder
i bet that stephen hawking could probably rap better
so, before i continue i want you to know this
i won’t mention your name so they don’t know you exist
now i’m raining down on you, are you feeling under the weather?
i’m a rap boss hand in your resign letter
cause i design lines, that’s finer than calvin klein
and my mind shines bright, kinda like, the einstein
and you’re five times whiter than the guys riding the pine
and i find you’re kinda like a vile of fine wine
but i’m not talking about a bottle some dude cherishes
forgotten piece of shit on the rack when the dude perishes
i’m the king, you’re not even the pharaoh’s kid
i’m taking you to school, no shot you’ll do what ferris did
can’t reach the moon, yet you’re mentioning stars?
when i picture you, i see a turd benching the bar
you’re weak shit! of course you’ll boast you’re dope
so here’s the adhesive portion to a post-it-note
write all of your good lines, there’s more than enough room
and go stick it to the wall of your rap career tomb
b-tch

[verse 2: k!llakake]

k!lla kake, golden state, californication
packing all my shit up hit the road and tour the nation
big boss talking you ain’t in the conversation
cuz im living in a city that you go to on vacation
detz is so philly like shane victorine
got a smoking flow so addictive like nicotine
i want a bad chick with nice hair
yeah but downstairs she is mister clean
you think rumpleminz is listerine
’til you drink a fifth of it, p-ss out and you piss your jeans
angelica shit, b-tch, the kid is mean
when i punch you in the teeth, you can kiss the ring
i murder every single f-cking thing that i rap on
you can get smacked in the back with a black strap on
while getting cr-pped on, toss a lit match on
pouring all the gas on, but i left the cap on
lucky for you, but you are a fan of c-cks still
jack-ss rappers, so i call ’em bam and knoxville
why i rap? i need an outlet like rockvale
in the whip doing donuts, enough to get a cop k!lled
your girl wanna spoon like a dude with some heroin
something in the way that she moves, call me harrison
hoes would never dare, i am rare no comparison
take a walk in my shoes, but im choosing what pair it’s in

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