Lyrikal Warfare
Verse 1
How many emcees want to be like me
Who don’t know jack, all smoke crack
Jinx u fool, isn’t dat name of Halle Berry?
In 007, edjiat u tink u got her cherries?
Im gnna rip y’all, wiv da raw shit y’all
Im never been the type 2 talk, my ice thrills like
Looking down the wide jaws of a white shark
Cos I got so much ice, u can skate on my chest
Wen I go back 2 my nest, representing the west
I’m about to rip your arms like perforated paper
100 times more sharper, than stainless steel razors
Shock u, wiv an electrically charged tazer
Till u turn blue in the face, and die from asphyxiation
This end of a 1000 ounces, grab you by the throat, blow my second hand
Weed smoke down it, don’t give a fuck
What u mug u dropping it, I’ll be in the
dungeon
Hollering the fuck, when u coke
following
U cum swallowing transsexual fag
Wiv crabs, and breast that sag, dressed in drag
When in full pay had, in the porno mag
Pictures up, wiv a dick in ur mouf, and dick in ur ass
Verse 2
Yo lyrically im bananas, my tung moves
like Indian belly dancers performing tantra
I blur ur vision, like slow shutters squeeze on your camera
Get up in that ass, like colon cancer
Brain cells hand picked, organically
enhanced with 3rd millennium medical standards My DNA was tampered
with by genetic engineers wiv scholarship grants that studied at Oxford
C Note too advanced for this shit, trying to spit the gas vapour in the back that spit
U style is ¼ bull, ¼ horse shit, ¼ garbage, ¼ nonsense
U make me nauseous, till you vomit
Like the backwards Forsyth video going forward
As I drink the blood of 1000 emcees
I can tell by the taste of the pulp, that they were hand squeezed
This is Transylvania, vampire mania
U should be afraid of my fangs, in your neck and cranium
I was made to bust, made to crush
Any mike me and Shyam touch turn to dust
See I am dangerous as they come, dangerous wiv or wivout a gun
I been dangerous since day 1
Rhyme flows explode like pyros
Stick to ur rim, like chicken in dick gravy for rascals
Get ur head flown if u dumbing the dawn, or struggle some stones
Till u feel numb in the bones
U betta keep ur big mouth closed, before I stick the muzzle of chrome in that hole under your nose
Then a single to my index, and tell it to fall
In the direction of my index to release your soul
I told u to freeze, if I was u I would have froze
But u chose the other out got blows from the hoe
Pistol to your mouth, rip through your tongue, rip through your lungs
Write your name on your tombstone, scribbled in blood
Give me a little love, there anybody out there
That never felt one rhyme that C Note bust?
U a liar liar, pants on fire
Watch the goat goat right again slaughtered by a tiger
Seen him in a punk video, holding up his lighter
Slant his career like doo – doo inside a diaper
My style is sicker than infected women and man
I’m so raw, that I could catch AIDS, when I’m sticking it in
Flip the dip like shrimps and scampi, switch the language
Like a black kid raised by a Spanish man
And we do it like that in the Dungeon…
Jinx Comeback
(2pac) That’s y I fuked your bitch u fat motherfucker
Ha
What bitch
Any bitch u get is ma bitch
People getting jealous of your shit
That’s absolute bullshit.
Now don’t fret I now the 007 story
And I know Jinx was that fine Halle Berry.
Shame u couldn’t c that 15 rated movie
U minor to me
Don’t send lyrics my way that were meana hurt me
They don’t touch me, they don’t scare me, they rebound of me, now that’s the story.
You say represent the west
The only west u talking about must be west-Soho cos u from Harrow.
That’s up north
The direction shown when I point ma finger at ya.
Perpendicular to the bullets that be coming at ya.
Aite I’m chatting bullshit.
Ill finish u with clenched knuckles and ma twisted left wrist.
I’m sending u 2 Everest.
This ain’t even the Matrix.
So you’ll feel the pain when your slain
Jinx that’s ma name.
You can’t crawl away now your exposed.
To the lyrical fury that I have composed.
You chatted about breasts and drugged transsexuals.
So what size bra u wearing now u ‘dangerous’ homo?
Don’t take me on
U can’t take me on
I’ll mix u up like a Caesar salad and send u home.
Send this note to your mum
Telling her to send u back to playschool
Cos that’s were u belong
C note 5 Kilos what kinda name is that
The counterfeit is you u a fake emcee.
The number 5 stands for your value…5p.
Kilos fuck nah you weight goes up to tonnes you see
That’s it its over I’ve had ma fun.
I dare u try me again and it’ll get worse for you
But it’s all simple to me its simple breeze
But people like you still try go against me….