Invizzible
06-18-2008, 05:36 AM
(I'm bust'n rhymes that'll f*@k your mind, line after line every time you're want'n more
Invizzible here gonna rush tha floor, like shit thru the veins of every nightclub whore, behind the bathroom door, leave ya lying on tha floor cry'n for more, die'n for more.)
You'se act'n like fake G's but ya act don't fake me, take ya act and face me, itz a fact I aint mean, but when I rap I rap free, style is my identity. If I was Hitler ya geeks would hile me, obviously admire me. It was meant-to-be I rhyme relentlessly, leave ya stuck for words intentionally, coz it was heaven-sent-to-me. Im thirsty for a kill leave no mercy if ya blood spills. Ya haven't seen tha best-of-me especially if ya were'nt tha guest-of-me. Hypothetically I'm ya worst-enemy have ya beg'n for serenity, head'n for emergency, urgently.
I spit faster than Nas on amphetamine, nastier than trash you'll ever speak
or never meet. Think your shit's better than me? It better be, coz nobody ever clever' er than me, evidently, so welcum back to reality. Im come'n down on your ass like a tsunami have you cry'n out for your mummy, your shit can't touch me let alone harm me, my spit has more force than the airforce and tha f*&k'n army. Nuthin you spit can disarm me, coz I'm armed to tha teeth, harder than Mugabe.
Ya just rap geeks I'll kick your arses back to last week, remove ya teeth with tha words I speak, leave ya to spit coz ya won't be able to speak. Ya hide when I seek to knock you off your feet coz your flow is weak, like piss all it is iz just wizz like take'n a leak.
Your spit's shit like a broken clock, no tick and no tock, it don't alarm me.
So what, ya got ya 'glock' cocked? But ya in ya room with ya door locked?
Don't know what to drop coz ya forgot what? Ya lost tha plot and ya cock dropped, coz I got ya tongue-tied in knots, just like ya panties I got ya so choked ya throat'll need anti-freeze, you try to spit back but you cant answer me, coz ya mouth's still not cancer-free, apparently you're just another wannabe, but if ya wanna see, a wmd just try me you're just a fly to me, a bite out of a pie to me, another fake-arse liar to me. I add insult to injury with certainty, you won't be hurt'n me, but you'll remember me for all eternity!
Peace,
Vizz
Invizzible here gonna rush tha floor, like shit thru the veins of every nightclub whore, behind the bathroom door, leave ya lying on tha floor cry'n for more, die'n for more.)
You'se act'n like fake G's but ya act don't fake me, take ya act and face me, itz a fact I aint mean, but when I rap I rap free, style is my identity. If I was Hitler ya geeks would hile me, obviously admire me. It was meant-to-be I rhyme relentlessly, leave ya stuck for words intentionally, coz it was heaven-sent-to-me. Im thirsty for a kill leave no mercy if ya blood spills. Ya haven't seen tha best-of-me especially if ya were'nt tha guest-of-me. Hypothetically I'm ya worst-enemy have ya beg'n for serenity, head'n for emergency, urgently.
I spit faster than Nas on amphetamine, nastier than trash you'll ever speak
or never meet. Think your shit's better than me? It better be, coz nobody ever clever' er than me, evidently, so welcum back to reality. Im come'n down on your ass like a tsunami have you cry'n out for your mummy, your shit can't touch me let alone harm me, my spit has more force than the airforce and tha f*&k'n army. Nuthin you spit can disarm me, coz I'm armed to tha teeth, harder than Mugabe.
Ya just rap geeks I'll kick your arses back to last week, remove ya teeth with tha words I speak, leave ya to spit coz ya won't be able to speak. Ya hide when I seek to knock you off your feet coz your flow is weak, like piss all it is iz just wizz like take'n a leak.
Your spit's shit like a broken clock, no tick and no tock, it don't alarm me.
So what, ya got ya 'glock' cocked? But ya in ya room with ya door locked?
Don't know what to drop coz ya forgot what? Ya lost tha plot and ya cock dropped, coz I got ya tongue-tied in knots, just like ya panties I got ya so choked ya throat'll need anti-freeze, you try to spit back but you cant answer me, coz ya mouth's still not cancer-free, apparently you're just another wannabe, but if ya wanna see, a wmd just try me you're just a fly to me, a bite out of a pie to me, another fake-arse liar to me. I add insult to injury with certainty, you won't be hurt'n me, but you'll remember me for all eternity!
Peace,
Vizz