You top tier divas still ducking real comp. Us young brehs got bars too.
Yo, yall hear me?
I said yo...
I got a phone call, they said we booked you a Gorilla , G
Lass time he battled One, He gave M 8
He Took a Clear 0-3
Now I'm in a Hot Spot, preparing to meet the devil
But peep how I can break him down at a cellular level...
Check it...
I put the Research in Motion
Told my team to pack heavy
That boy Walt's Bold, but he's sweeter then a Blackberry
We'll send him to another Galaxy, resting with stars
Brehs chill, this nikka can't call me out with no bars
I'm the quiet type, If I sense disrespect
It's like I'm outta minutes
I won't talk I'll send tecs
"What's the cost on the bounty?" you wondering, see
But like a two year contract we'll let you have it for free
So now we charged, roaming in foreign hoods putting out feelers
Got word, his lil man Sam sung he's a squealer
Snatched him out the S5, but wait it gets realer
He said, I can get Walt clipped If I Phone 5 killers
Plus he swore he's a queer, on his dead sister Mia
Type of cat,
To holla at all Kyles but No Kias
shyt just got Sirious, my goons been major
Got a old head named Mo to flip with a Razor
Give a Cingular call to my soldiers from Mass
Demolition, hit his crib with A TnT blast
Make his block bend,
My nikkas Note 3 of his men
Posted up every hour getting signals from the tower
They fortified live mos def we'll leave him dead
Bottom line you want the data...plan ahead
So Sprint when them shells fly, avoid hesitation
Cut him off before his time that's an early termination
I'm a G too, run with a crew of demons from hell, b
Nothing left for you to do but take this L,G
We all light tools breh breh we ain't poets
I just spelled your name out, and you ain't even know it
I'll leave you wet from the cans boy
Google search my name, Supa Jones is an Android
I got no hang ups, I pull til it's finished
Let it talk to him like I got unlimited minutes
I see you one of them nerds who use a ton of them words to say nothin absurd and still gonna get served/me? I got them switching speeds, hittin weed, trigga squeeze, nikkas bleed bars/you? You got them "LOL too long... didn't read" bars/you know what I don't like about you dawk? You lack basic battle etiquette, folk/how you was sittin on a pre-written scheme, but still had to edit your post?/I'm a boss - I pull strings and keep the long nose, but I'm not Geppetto/pop the metal, stay where the gats be - F Scott Fitzgerald/the gun blaze at you, your gay ass crew, and your neighbors too/come back the next day, same gun, same amount of shots, like déjà vu/that shyt so nutty, it's crazier than crazy glue
You know what?
*pulls out giant notebook*
I know a lot of fans want to hear these rhymes I wrote, so let me get my shyt off.
My new mission is to study Buddhism through a blue prism in a new prison with one shoe missin while my boo kissin my two lips and do a 30 day fast to restore my nutrition
*restless crowd boos*
Y'all don't wanna hear Walt's rhymes?
My automatic got slugs spinnin through, below, and above your dominion/when its static, I shoot more erratic than Spud's opinions
*poses for photos with Dizaster and random crowd members*
You know what I don't like about you dawk? You's a motherfukkin alias/I'll play Monopoly and shopping spree your property - that's Israeli shyt/My flow is Gaza Strip, glocks and clips so my flock can dip with your guac and chips/and if the fammo run out of ammo we got tots and kids who stare down tanks and throw rocks and shyt/you want that audio battle? No dice, I know you ass bettin/you claim 300 but I'm BDK - I get the job done, no half steppin/What the fukk is a miccix? sounds like some ignorance/bet my silencer give Collins that Invisible Touch like Genesis/upload some audio, let us see if what you cookin up crazy/Gargamel at a garden sale - the long nose have you pushin up daisies
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You top tier divas still ducking real comp. Us young brehs got bars too.
but now it all makes perfect sense
jesus
there's....there's..... it's noise in there
aight im recording u gotta close the door
turn that OFF 
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