fliakis
THIS WHOLE SH*T MAKE'S ME WANNA PUKE
BIG TIC J, FLIAKIS U CAN CALL ME DUKE........
I spit verses similar to curses
Have nurses closin' up the curtains
Callin' up surgeons, hookin' ya body up to circuits
But ya condition just worsens
to the point ya lungs and ya heart stop workin'
'Til ya carried off into mosques & churches then leave off into hurses
Play six feet Beneath the Surface
Along with the worms and the serpents
But I be somewhere in Persia wearin' turbans
wit tha taliban militia, we tha toughest
Herbalist, the verbalist, J the thoroughest
Some kind of divine therapist
Come back to the states as a terrorist
Wearin' a face like I never exist
Pull out the nine and I spit
Cops touch me then I sever they wrist
Ask yourself what type of era this is
Fliakis, J is wat u want to be
Ya superstar status don't mean shit to me
Lyrically sucker emcee still get frequency
Try to dis me now
How you sound?
Yo, whoever sign's you must be runnin the circus cuz you a clown
You a white boy wit a drug habit, hidin the truth
Camoflaugin ya needle tracks wit some colorful tattoos
You was never equipped for this
Never equipped to spit wit j
I'm swift as shit
Let me point out the main differences
You maget-nificent
I'm mic-nificent
Yo, i'd even go out on a limb wit it
Say you write a little bit
That don't make you a tight lyricist
Cause you don't practice or stick with it
Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend wit this
I never quit, I got a gift for the art
A low maintenance cost
No physical movin parts
In '88, niggas thought I was God
How the f&%K did that change
I'm still the illest niggas in the game
So look inside yourself and tell me what you see
If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin at me
And its aight if you don't trust me
Cause I don't trust you
As a matter of fact I'll probably bust you
motherf^ker, f&%K you