Bring the pain
I'm rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin shit/
If anyone steps up askin shit, I'm blastin shit/
You gone phase me, but swingin like Peter Parker/
Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber/
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up/
You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up/
I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback/
"You couldn't be shit, if you came out my asscrack"/
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid/
And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade/
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your lies/
So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies/
You're played like my five-year old's newborn toys/
Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz/
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways/
Thats rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days/
Listen up, all these words take heed/
When I cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe /
I'm sick of this, here's my final dis/
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain't shit like this/
Pretty rugged. Good rhythm, sounds natural.
those flows r tight....
oh by tha way i'm from chicago.....
Tha Lyrical Goddfatha...
never give up........