Good catch
What’s your favorite subliminal diss?
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Good catch
"Seeing is believing, and well, let's just see
I ain't even gon' speak, one million the first week
Aight, let's ask the streets: How many sold?
What? Three nikkas, three months to go gold?"
DMX dissing D Block
I ain't even gon' speak, one million the first week
Aight, let's ask the streets: How many sold?
What? Three nikkas, three months to go gold?"
DMX dissing D Block
get these nets
Veteran
First up, it's the Braveheart veteran
and y'all already know who I'm better than
the victory lap, after Ether
"By the way, yo.. How the fukk you gon' talk about MC's on our heel?
When we just cop them things homie, the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky, the sleeves on chill
Any given times a hundred G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills
"He's alright, but he's not real" Jay-Z's that deal
with Sigs in the field Love affair for war, hug, squeeze that steel
fukk, you got a flow, that's cool with me
You got a little dough, that's cool with me
You got a little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all muh'fukkers could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
'Bout as blue as the sea, the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?
nikkas shipped two million, then I blew to three
Then I skated to four, 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all nikkas ain't rappin' the same
fukk the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same shyt happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out" Jay-Z dissing Major Figgas and The Lox
When we just cop them things homie, the chromey wheels
Both arms are chunky, the sleeves on chill
Any given times a hundred G's in your grill
Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills
"He's alright, but he's not real" Jay-Z's that deal
with Sigs in the field Love affair for war, hug, squeeze that steel
fukk, you got a flow, that's cool with me
You got a little dough, that's cool with me
You got a little cars, little jewelries
But none of y'all muh'fukkers could fool with me
You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
'Bout as blue as the sea, the way I maneuver the V
Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?
nikkas shipped two million, then I blew to three
Then I skated to four, 'fore I went on tour
I came back and it's plain, y'all nikkas ain't rappin' the same
fukk the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
I seen the same shyt happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out" Jay-Z dissing Major Figgas and The Lox
get these nets
Veteran
I probably made more money off YOUR album than youCheck your own videos, you'll always be number two
Suleiman Bey
Banned
"You want to ball till you fall, I can help you with that
Eastside Get The Money
Veteran
How this isn’t brought up as some of the most disrespectful rap shyt ever is beyond me
Clocks tick, your days are numbered, in low digits
You look suspicious, suspect nikkas is bytches
Get chopped up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
Who Shot Ya? You probably screamed louder than an opera
nikka was dead before he got lit up
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Can't talk snow, where the soft at
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that
"If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run
I see the way you're trying to get to me
But with that speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong "switches"
Troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with..." - Big Daddy Kane dissing Erick Sermon
I see the way you're trying to get to me
But with that speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better G
You're hitting all the wrong "switches"
Troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with..." - Big Daddy Kane dissing Erick Sermon
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Damn, homie
In high school you was the man, homie
That's what a fan told me, shyt
Same old cat, get his Kangol clapped
Brains blown back, dissing Dame, Dame don't rap
Shame on black, the game's so whack
Dame sonned you children
From in front of your building right to a hundred million
In high school you was the man, homie
That's what a fan told me, shyt
Same old cat, get his Kangol clapped
Brains blown back, dissing Dame, Dame don't rap
Shame on black, the game's so whack
Dame sonned you children
From in front of your building right to a hundred million
JayBaldacci
All Star
I'm the rebel to America,
Unless it's the nasal voiced chipped tooth b*stard,
what ya hearing is a replica...
I never had a Clue? that you dudes should be in dresses, double agents playing both sides of the fences.
Fabulous diss?