Putt’em on Notice
I’m N-Lez new member on brownpride.com, real MC’z I still don’t see none, guess what I do for fun, I turn weak rappers into nuns. Let’s skip the warning signs, I got so much material it wouldn’t even be a race, or maybe I’m looking for competition in the wrong race, facing me could turn out to be worse then rape, I wonder who’s going to fall first for the bait, ur microphone is as good as pussy look how much I ate. They say a picture can tell a 1,00 words, i can do 2,000 with all the noise I heard, fake MC’z really get on my nervous, respect can only be earned.
Come face me at ur own risk, u get too close ur mic will no longer exist, I put it down with that lyrical kiss. My lips are sore, cause I’m steady raping these MC’z like cheap whores, they never should have came in the door, you might be ready for the battle but u can’t win the war. I don’t need anyone as a stepping stone, all i need is a laptop and a microphone, 8 underground CD’z record in my own home, that’s what I achieved in my moments alone.
I’m taking direct blows, aimig at brownpride’s MC’z wondering who’z first to fold, BLACKOUT! It just got dark & cold, watch me close, watch the words I compose, watch how these MC’z died slow, to ur grave I’ll bring the rose. This hostile aggression, got me bringing microphones to it’s final destruction. A anxious attitude, got me taking away happiness from these fools, no matter who responds ur gonna lose. As a fair warning, i got so much material to me ur shit will sound boring.
Written by: N-LEZ
www.myspace.com/nlez
Putt'em on notice
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