Alright, I'm a be brief. This joint is a diss to A-One and the rest of the OBG's. We had some tension over the years so we decided to settle it this way. I'm not gonna talk shit, I'm a let the song do all the talking. Y'all stay tuned, Kreem and I are plannin to drop an album soon and so is Loc Mill. Kreem is currently workin on "The Best Of K-HOOD" mix tape with Ill Deuce which should be finished early next year, so you might be able to hear a few cuts soon. Anyways, enough talk, heres the joint. Peace. SBAR, 2001
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Artist: SBAR Song: The Exorcist Freestyle (A-One Diss) Album: Unreleased K-HOOD RECORDS © 2001 (Sample from the movie "Rane" ) "Nemoj nekom da se najebem keve ovde ja" [Talking] Word up son, you know there's a lot of hataz out there talkin shit right? them St. Louis motherfuckas thinkin they can diss our hood but that same motherfucka be ghost last time we battled, you know what im sayin you know who im talkin about man, that gay soundin motherfucka word up he soundin like that bitch from "50 Playaz Deep" duke be on some foul shit, for real for real but check this out Kreem let's roll this blunt first then im a shit on this motherfucka... You know I leave rappin opponents dry like unbapped joints but for those who don't know: (verse 1) When SBAR spits on beats, I leave my heart in the streets never depart without heat, cause faggots always start some beef you an immitation, Cash Money birthed ya style if you gonna bite someone, at least bite someone worth while i'm ya grim reaper, kickin dirt on ya pile smokin rich reefer, ridin on ya hearse with a smile i fucked every Goddess, including Venus my raps stick to illness like cum sticks to a penis my capacity of rap will leave u gaspin for ya breath everlasting success, you know it, you're just maskin ya distress if you are a Jew, than the black list is here rappers quick to diss but even quicker to diss-appear I leave my foes buried, don't impregnate hoes, its scary the only bitch who ever kept my seed was Rosemary check my old flows, I know you still read that SBAR, 18 and raw, spittin with no feedback I breethe rap and bleed rap motherfucka K-HOOD SBAR Kreem Ill Deuce Loc Mill (Chorus - 2x) Stupid fucks, you just had to test my shit we're Exorcists, don't let 'Demonz' get the best of this it's my destiny, should of never messed with me bust the 'Gates To Hell', you bitches gonna rest in peace (Verse 2) Can ya skills get any colder? inprison rhymes like Ayatola my raps so phat, got me hooked on diet cola SBAR never sparrs, always goes in hard my rhymes affect ya mind, like a dose in ya arm you couldn't touch me even if you punched me i smoke blunts g, than eat MC's like you for munchies fake Cormega, you more mega than micro-phony the only way you could beat me was if you cloned me yo word is bond smoke you like herb out of a bong y'all heard the song the illest in this whole world and beyond I kick knowledge rhymes to educate minds you tryin to spit fast, but you just fallin behind after you battled me, you were months in depression slut MC, get passed around like blunts in a session fuckin with me get burned like fuckin cunts with no protection I might run from cops but never run out of perfection you holdin a mic is like seeing nuns holdin weapons fuck rap, when I see you I'm bustin guns in a second wha (Chorus - 2x) (Verse 3) When I rip(r.i.p.) the mic, its like it rests in peace no rapper as nice, i strike and kill the best emcees you test this heat, playa-hatas actin like they referees I got more rhymes than bodies which I left to bleed so sick infect the beat, when I spit expect defeat my flows ill and hoes feel like cats in heat pay respect to the deceased, moment of silence pour moet in the streets, for the victims of violence I spit flawless, without college I posses deep knowledge bitches call me BIG like my name was Chris Wallace keep dollars crisp in my wallets and if it don't fit, I get agents and pagers so chicks can call it you got a problem, my fifth will solve it theres no dilema g, supremacy, my clique will install it my checks got more numbers than bingo or math for snacks I'll eat ya babies like a wild dingo pack knock ya head off ya shoulders with one swing of the bat go to the museum, cause you are a thing of the past motherfucka K-HOOD
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