I write so much my pencil bleeds You wouldn’t be ill with a mental disease Playin rappers is like Nintendo to me I grab a pen an a pad an put an end to the beef Beyond Beliefs yall know what we about I don’t need Big-E an DMK I could knock you out myself You couldn’t drop an album if you knocked it off the shelf Quit talkin about bangin guns and slanging drugs Your fake as fuck You’re the reason people think raps all about bein gangstered up I feast on the mic There aint a type of beef I don’t like Fuck these wack rappers an back packers I’ll blast matics an shoot right through ya flak jacket Talk shit an git back handed motha fuckas better act right A rap savage my punches will leave you with black eyes Ass backwards, are you even wearing your pants right? You should sing you aint the rap type You’re loose like a sling, never wrapped tight Just a bitch that hasn’t gotten slapped right Comment Only
Posted on: 2011-01-03 21:45:19

1ST GUY 11 STANDING OVATION Voted: Jedi Souljah / Mister Goodness
Posted on: 2011-01-04 00:54:51

lol jedi's a crybaby on the mic Voted: Jedi Souljah / Mister Goodness
Posted on: 2011-01-04 08:54:54

gb Voted: Jedi Souljah / Mister Goodness
Posted on: 2011-03-18 08:48:09