#TheLASpit-Capella (Hook)

My life's like
Lemons & Lines, lemons & lines, lemons & lines
My life's like...

Welcome to the ƓҼՂÌՄʂ Ꭰept ටf Ꭰemonstrations
Shouts to the h8rs whose styles I fathered, u imitators
Are like pollen disseminating
I don't care how much ya fertilize as long as ya keep da pollen-nation
Under 1 'brella, the sun is waiting
For me to purge one of u fellas and turn a grape into a brown raisin
Who found shade and thought he was eminem
Started circle jerkin wit slim & dem, yeah u clowns shady
Shakin it like a red nose, don't let me catch u at the circus
Impersonating rudolph, like you clowns ƒÆʞin'
Dat Fare Activity of Explained Knowledge
Had ya music blazin on GSU radio, ya song was baking
With a lil 'soda, a lil' water
Like str8 drop in da boiler pot now I got ya song flakin
Under da Rock Genius tab
I know dem t.h.o.t's gotta prob wit skoRG having a penis tab?!

My life's like Lemons & Lines

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✉: Special RG Certified Sneak Preview of Music for LPV (Lyric Page Video).

PEAPLE

Drive slow & peep how I creep on dis beat,

When they turn around all they feel is dat SKORg'ching heat,

From da rounds of 16s right at dey feet,

Have em explaining a new dance on RG

I'm screaming no Mi Amie's, call me Miami,

&amp; witness how my Words Becoming together like immigrant families

On these shores of whats for sure pure slaughter,

Remember ya last top 4, turned em into martyrs.

Fuck july 6th, it's "bitch U die 2morrow",

That's 6 times ya sorrows, mirrors &amp; Platinum plated horrors.

Gonna make it if I...

If I have to beg or borrow

A line from 2pac,

Hit-Em Up and proceed to tilt da bottle,

Hallelujah!

Pour out a lil liquor for these candy azz licorice, ignorant,

Insignific-Ants,

Welcome to my picnic, just don't mistake this basket

For a bed turned into a casket for you bastards to Rest-In...PEEAAACE!

చ.Ɛ.β. Tմղҽʂ "Round 0 Qualifier" RGRapBattle2013

Lyrics...

Finally it's time for me to shine on these

fucking clowns who mad that I'd sing

in a round where rappers supposed to battle,

well now I'm at their door with my gift & Christmas carols

in thy apparel, war gear, time to lace these boots up

and stomp my way to #1, yo Chop, excuse me bruh,

don't mean to be rude but I really need to get this food,

clothing & shelter, I need a belt to hold my belts up.

so skinny, feel like I'm diminishing, Lord please come replenish me,

promise to never challenge U again, hashtag #NoCinnamon.

Psyonik, he been a friend, Isaiah, been a friend

but dem n!ggz neva asked me to collab on a track so fuck 'em, uma do what they couldn't,

word to Dub-A, that's diamonds in an Einstein Piece,

yeah he might SCHPIT a few rounds, but I'll have em Schpitin teeth,

Piano Keys when he smile, CERTIFIED!

now play dat blue melody for the ranks you truly deserve...otha than #1.



let's make a toast and take a shot,

for everybody who's advancing another spot.

RGRapBattle2013 Round1 (acapella)

RGRapBattleYear2 Round1

LET'S TALK ABOUT RULES!!! #NoRules. 
SKORg (W.E.B. Tunes) forfeits RGRapBattle2013 Final Round for a more fit Mission...#theLASpit.
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“Law Abiding SPITizen” is a play off Jay-Z's #NewRules, but more so represents the Use & Exchange Value of ones Intellectual Property and Intangible Assets to others.
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SKORgAndWin with them Law Abiding SPITizens (_SKORg-Al-Dey, L-Kwon, Fresh Air, & Shad Fer).

INTRO: [SKORg]

CHORUS/ HOOK: [SKORg]

Let’s talk about RULES!
(and who’s abiding)
Make Sense of this NEWS!
(we’ve been provided)
RG CITY!
(is talking riots)
I’m trying to keep COOL!
(and not violate)

say (NEW LAW ABIDING)…x4
SPITizen of the Vicinity I'm in,
Shouts to my Genius gents & Hood Samaritans!!!

VERSE 1: [Fresh Air]

Now, back to the rhythm, really tryna get em with this new flow
Quicker then the wheels of a two door
Quicker then a nigga on the sip lookin for a new ho
Who tryna play late night sumo
Slammin super super saiyin slayin all who stupid sayin
Claimin that they major but they playin the Dame Wayans
Actin, tryna out shadow my passion
Laughin, at those who hatin on my rappin
Cuz I bring the heat, they only see my spurs
Step over the weak, who undermine my words
I'm thunder strikin right at you niggas who Mike Tyson
Bitin the beat fighter, a lyrical M. Bison
Hear to shock like Blanka you better duck
A bandit in a battle for bucks, ante up.

CHORUS/ HOOK: [SKORg]

VERSE 2: [L-Kwon]

Welcome to the Wild West
where the laws dead and in peace they rest
if you got something to say go ahead make my day and please get it off your chest
without your vest, you ain’t safe in here,
allow me to make this clear boy
and this colt 45’ll get you wasted, and i ain’t talking bout no bottle of beer
lyrical pistols’ll flip you and split you
got a snub nose barrel that could spit out a missle
leave your head spinning like it’s stuck on a swivel
And since my last round missed, guarantee this’ll hit you
the name of this game is competition
get a rush from the opposition
this ammunition in my composition
make it hard to keep my brain in a calm position
There’s way to many rappers out here, that fact is sad to say
We gonna purge the game today , So won’t you please come out and play
i’m breaking out that box they try to fit us
So every single day i’m a Law Abiding Spitizen

CHORUS/ HOOK: [SKORg]

VERSE 3: [Shad Fer]

Yo I roll trees with the homies, the broskies, we smoke weed
Then we go sleep, what do you do, you just a nigga judging,
meanwhile the speakers bumpin,
I’m performing for a squad of foreign people, we be jumping,
got the bass going boom, blunts laced with shrooms,
one lady who makes my food and two who lace up shoes,
dude, this the future for you stupid pooper scoopers
who accumulate in troops just so you could hate on my dreams, (La La La)
I’m brewing juices that ruin you with the voodoo
or make you recruit a crew just so you could be on my team, (La La La)
I’m used to moving with coolness and proving to you indubitably
the students a shoe in to be the king,(la la la)
I turned sinning to winning by spittin sinister lyrics,
objects in mirrors ain’t usually what they seem,
I’ll steal the ring from lebron,ya mom,king from the kong,
better apply the new rules when you singing ya song,
to busy pinging ya pong,I’ll friggen pee in ya bong,
inhale my venom then it feels like bees stinging ya dong.

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