Kick The Ballistics

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
A lot of [D]brothers try to play me cause I'm good,
did it cause I could, saying that the
E can't flow, well that's bull, I talk like a pimp, walk with a limp,
my crew's the s***, you're just a bunch of wimps,
Outdated, technique suffers
Then you wonder how come it
gets no rougher
Then it soothes that other cat
Talkin' that rick whack,
that's a bunch of smack
Check him, he's a new jack, in this game
I'm the master, I think faster
I float cause I have to, and I last
A lot longer than some of ya, but I'm
One of ya, top gun of ya, I'm stunnin' ya
And runnin' ya,
outta this town like I'm
A gunslinger, I'm in position to acquire
A lot, and you're a dead ringer
Mediocre
MC's make my moves
The baddest, makin' my mic play
I'm the original
E, which stands for erotic and
exotic like a porno flick
Got it? I'm housing,
which means you oughta get with this
Now listen as we kick the ballistics
How many
MCs out there think they can flow right?
Boss, they must be on a head sight
Save it for
David
Trick, I don't wanna hear that
Same old garbage and talk,
same old weak rap
Brothers be fessin', nillin', talkin',
smack fightin', sayin' a lot of stuff
But it's cool, cause I don't bluff
I recite my rhymes in a smooth
type of fashion
Head to sleep while I'm thrashin'
The best group on the set right now is
OG
And I prefer the style cause it grips me
Some of the groups ain't equipped
for this type sh**
Playin' yourself out,
braggin' on your one hit
I got a remedy, so don't even try it, bitch
You wanna follow the leader, then follow
OG
Come equipped for this
type, type of theme song
I'm your worst nightmare,
so don't dream long
If you do it,
you wake up in a cold sweat
You'll regret that we met, and that's bet
My style is hardcore, and my rhymes click
Now listen as we kick the ballistics
Here's chapter three, the third verse
You feel cocky, get a hearse, it gets worse
As I lounge on the set, it gets risky
Not for me, for the opposition
against me
Check it, I go mic check,
O .G. breaks necks
Boss calls us the wreck while
I change the context
You can't float like this,
brother, you ain't swift
Cause I'm the raw rapper to get with
Fresh off the pack,
my rhymes are stacked
From the top to the bottom,
I know I got em
I'm a mic fiend, releasing the steam
I'm a vocal dream, the king of this thing
Know what I mean?
I do a show and get paid before the intro
You do a show and still looking for a
C note
Then got the nerve to play fix shot
You're just an amateur sucker,
you ain't real hot
I'm on a roll,
you're aggravated and pitiful
You wanna come for some,
but I'm above a rule
Be an effect while you're
ridin' on the
Disney
So chill, and listen as we kick
the [D]ballistics
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