in every post he drops he got the habit of editing
thank god u realise u wack..instead of biting
this mo fucker dont even know wherre he rep
son ur lines strtched like plastic..watch ur step
you may not give a fuck about any of d pop shit (sig)
but that what u pop by droping..gay-ass spit
stay-z..wut.. you fucking think to be jay-z?????
u must have 99 probs...and ur lips big...dats crazy!!
..blah...
dude i think there somthin you missin
i spit straight but its your decision
how could you think any of this i bitten
thats all i say you may be forgiven
wake up bitch its not the twylite zone
when im done hear you gonna fly write home
hear g take the microphone
and remember me as the homophobe
yeah im stay-z but i dont like jay-z
you can stop now, you imitating
on the mic you fuckin fading
what the fuck you think you shady
^^^lmfao
yo go back to ur room and start meditating on ur wackness
i could become a precher and save u r from ur outastanding madness
you drop shit like BTK's sig says..cos u was brought out from ya mum ass
you failed if this was an exam or test,cos u so dumb and u belong 2 d 2nd class
you need more oil in ya machine but its of no use ur lines quickly dripping
you even call ur self a homo..you flows like the matrix all in slo-mo
i'ld advice u to quit rap and drop d mic&drop it right down the lake of como*
if you dont wanna be covered by fake jwelries like the idol called dum-bo
como = a place in italy
i just realised that yvonne muss be a girl
lucky bitch too, with her big map of the world
its obvious you need a lesson, in the way to behave G
the shit you spit is less than that, you truely do amaze me
long ass lines, i cant even find your flow
you could sell yourself and still be a broke ass ho'
My Question...
Why are you still droppin'?
You suck like 3 sailors going to town on shoppin'...
I know that the image of a thug is pretty much deceitful...
You came with suicidal lines...
It didn't take much thought to beat those...
I'll behead you with my mic cord, leave your heels throbbin', literally droppin' shit...
On the ground in seizure mode...
Your cranium is on my mic stand still bobbin' listenin' to this...
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- I'd Be Brilliant, If Only, It Was Not For Love's Immortal Stand Offs -
...Understandable...
Threw my vision I see you pissin on the street wit no home ./
AK in the hand a pistol aimin fa ya dome./
Talkin bout true gangsta Almighty Black Stone./
Fuckin up ya family and makin ya girl moan./
I got the lyrics to eat out ya brains let ya shit hang, and nig, mimic this./
Fuckin wit me get you shot up quick cats see you as only PROVOKED IMAGES./
First of all, u aint buckin a tool, ho/
only time u 'poppin shit' is when ya docta's prescription instructs u 2 do so/
n as fo YO girl, i got that nasty bitch wrapped in custody/
she's suckin my million dollar dick, she 'live-in the lap of luxury'/
look, i can easily pull the back of yo head to ya heels till ya back is broke/
so i dont necessarily gotta be Chris Rock or Martin Lawrence to 'crack a joke'/
prescription instructs... that you are wack as fuck
tryna diss cats... ya clover con be no luck
chris rock b, ima kid rock ya
drop the glocks see, ima still top ya
martin lawrence dude, you never want it
ima serve evocative, and issue with a warrant
the only luxury you gon have, is the chance you had to fuck with me
dont claim ya'll high rollin dawg, your lines aint even snuff to G's
U think u murdered me jus cuz u used my words against me/
shit u lack creativity son, so therefore, yo a worthless MC/
i've neva said that i'm the best, n neva have i tried 2 admit it/
but u, u beggin fo a ass whoopin, matter of fact, u strivin 2 git it/
dawg, u need 2 just pack up, leave the game behind n jus quit it/
cuz how can u rhyme when the only thing on ya mind is a fitted?/
in our comparison, yo the one who's weak, dont git it mixed/
the only time u 'above the rest' is when i bury u 5 feet deep insteada 6/
of, to the pit of vocabulary, where you learn how to fuckin spit it
then you come on back to me, with much better chronic lyrics
thats what you sound like on the mic right
on the other my lines are quite tight
step to me b, you gon get side swipe
when i serve ill, and present you with drive byes
lack of creativity, that word right there was made of me
ima come ohh so lazily, peeps still be sayin you stay-z'd
Muthafuckas like u pretend to be hard, talkin like Scarface/
till they meet me, n thaz when they caught between a rock n a hard place/
u cant put an end 2 me, bitch i've got energy n a hot tendency/
--to rock enemies stupid enough to be caught in my proximity/
u only 'spit somethin sick' when ya touched wit the allergies, so it's stupid ta' battle me/
my mood n mentality is lush, i'll crush u wit the force of Jupiter's gravity/
jus a forewarnin, u'll be torn apart when i'm barkin the most abominable of articles/
my phenominal chronicles will blow ya head, limbs, n abdominals 2 particles/
so cease beefin wit me, befo my speech decrease ya damn speed/
got u shook, cuz my lyrics is spirits, see how i release 'em in stampedes/
more intelectual than a thesaurus, when i grab the mic and phor this
ima sell you out, your nothin but a whore bitch
chronical abnominals, your like a walkin dictionary
you might tell a tale, but its oh so fuckin fictionary
your not fuckin jupiter, your further than planet pluto
thats about the gravity of your aspect, now i watch as, you go
beef chicken, i dont give a fuck what you spittin
needs hittin, good luck when you try prewrittens
I dont mess wit prewrittens, dawg this is me spittin, u only complimentin me/
u done gone elementary--wit a list of whore bitches,it's wrong 2 mention me/
u'll be gone eventually, n when that happens, i wont be sympathetic/
no, i'm the maestro of tight flow symphonies, but u've simply been pathetic/
stupidass, did i ever say i was jupiter? u need 2 pay attention/
look again at the herd of words i laid n stay alert 2 the way it's mentioned/
u showin weakness so stop it, n i dont mean 2 shatter the topic/
but u on my back, get the fuck off it, befo shit gits catastrophic/
u aint in a position of hittin me bitch, quittin is what u need ta' do/
so insteada replyin wit raps, quit denyin the fact that i've already defeated u/
an hour and six later, where you been you dick debator
wack lyer, spinnin back tyres, ridin your viabrator
your the one pathetic... gimme the mic i wreck it
you take it in the ass... whenever you can get it
im takin this single handed, fast reply is all i use
stay-z juss fuckin landed, to rep the rookie newbs
aint back spacein... or deletin any lines
and whats her face yvonne, i edited juss 3 times
defeat me, nah not fuckin ever
ima flip the script in here and make an endeavour
not a single freestyle bitten, i take this for the honour
bitch or boy, dont matter to me, i still gon be ill sonnen
Last edited by STAY-Z; September 11th, 2004 at 04:36 AM Reason: fucked up a bar
Stay-Z, you're constantly amazin me/
jus when i thought i slayed thee, u crazy enough 2 still come n engage wit me/
but what do u lack? it's evident that it's intillect/
countin my reply time like i live here, as a permanent resident of the internet/
no, i aint like u, faggot, so i'ma start movin away/
n u can stay on the computer all u like, but i'm thru fa' today/
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