You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no jabs
Took them out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbing those in the industry
 Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out your camp
 He might step off and take half the juice from your amp
Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missing the sheer blouse, homie, you see-through
Stop sipping on that Formula 50
 They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these overrated rap steppin fetchers
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
 Woodwork strips being chipped to charred chisel
One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
 And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold
Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your roster
Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, please abort it
 Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killa bees, buzzing and really on it
Whipped with Cuban Linx, cut with Liquid Swords
 Choked by Ironman 'til we crush your vocal cords
You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet
 All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon
 Only means, get rid of the wack shit you're holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the candyshop
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese
Got something to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles rolled while doing your two-step
 Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
 With the brush stroke off the canvas
 I walk on your Gators and lizards
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rocking them Blizzards
 Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block
 To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled
Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight from Medina with a mass of many suns
Supernova give off gamma-ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only cause I let off first

Gza - Paper Plate

Gangstarr-All for the Cash

GZA - 4th Chamber (Feat Killah Priest, Ghost Face Killah RZA) [Liquid Swords] 1995

Winter Warz

The lesser known / played original version of this '95 banger. The LP version is what most people tend to prefer, but I like this more laid back beat.

Mobb Deep - Temperatures Rising (Original)

Deep in the 4thou for the 95 flavour baby, word up to bob, one love was the promise, one love is da ansaaah

Cradle to the Grave - Mobb Deep

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