your arms too short, palms too small, your jab too weak, your feet aint beneath ya....
Was really feelin this, dope track.
Good looks bro. Much appreciated. Full lyrics below.
LYRICS:
Who’s the best?
And please don’t tell me its Wayne
I heard the whole Carter trilogy, homey is plain
I heard the whole Carter 4 and it started to bore me
and proved these bytches couldn’t fukk wit us in an orgy
But this is a cypher and Prince is a writer
and Friday nights at the gay bar’s when you picking a mic up
All rhymes, we the best of all time
A couple slugs to ya mind give ya nikkas Alzheim's
Spit slurs, & racial epithets
cuz lyrics I never lack, I guess that I had the knack
to verbally just beat a nikkas face until its blue and black
every time I float into a place a bytch like who is that
I’m Big L before he signed wit Roc-A- Fella
Whoever you thought was better aint nearly as hot or clever
I’m Dark Vader, my mic is a lightsaber
I use it to strike haters; the force of my might’s greater
than juggling ice glaciers while walkin on ripe razors
You hoping that Christ saves ya not knowing I’m Christ’s savior
The life-taker slash Bat back-breaker
The Bane of your existence because of my linguistics
Write with a pen of omens, Im sorta like Lion-O
and liable to light a few nikkas up when I fight a crew
Who gave the mic to you? Bring me his head
and there gon be bloodshed from the people that invited you
I'll bring the night to you, no moon no stars
for fukking wit moi, what makes you think you could spar
Your arms too short, your palms to small
your jab too weak, ya feet aint beneath ya, one hook you'd fall
It's the not even in his prime Minister, quick to diminish ya and finish ya
with lyrical horror that I administer
I devastate you when the flow elevate you
Segregate you from your body, let the devil's angels take you its Dark!
