HAD up TO WHERE: HIT N RUN
Commit genocide in each breath/I don’t help starving artist eat
I expand famon epidemics till nothings left/ but mass death/
any emcee/that test me/ on the m.i.c/ be found with
wrist slit forensics claim the cause of death is my cd .
that’s why My shits platinum/a millions ways to die
a million dead and my shit just sold a million albums/
you fucking with who? You must be fucking insian/
I’ll put you through so many states of pain/
You’ll have no burial service just an American flag cover your remains.
It aint an echo/ everbody’s knows/ I murder beats/you choose/
From hip hop to techno/You’ll here “you loose”/
like a skipped disc stuck in repeat.
Your games obsolete/ fake players Remain discrete/
cause you don’t want everyone on the street/
To know NONCENTZ eraced your ass like ctrl+alt+delete.
Invade/ your fan base/any carbon based/ life form disappears with no trace/
Anyone thinking we share face/ is washing they contacts in mace.
U must of been born with no flavor your lines are tastless./
And if your number1we was role playing and trading places.
This me on me exclusive flows abusive/
You couldn’t drop a fucking track if you recorded porn music.
I rap for me not you so if you aint feeling my shit/
Will eventually….
when it get cramed in the tight fit/space located ½ an inch/ from your dick.
No misconception/ill eat your flows even with copywrite protection/
The illEST RAPPER out who ever eat me leave with indigestian
None rhythm artist need to change the tempo/I’ll leave you an innuendo/
Stop dissing before I crush you to pamento/
With so many lines I could use canibus’s 100 bars as an intro.
Find anyone who hate the fact I have everything they lack/
“NONCENTZ IS FUCKED UP”
he past the point of no return to the point he just doesn’t want to come back.
FACE IT YOU AINT PREPARED FOR WARFARE/I'LL SON ENOUGH OF YOU BASTARDS TO OPEN MY OWN DAY CARE.
