Flows Ice Cold ft. wild bill and complexity
Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 4:38 pm
Just a quick little collaboration.
I'll leave some feed on drops tomorrow.
Complexity
I slash the average hater faster than a navigator
I'm the soul creator, a god, still a collaborator
how can you say that your flow is greater
only time you punch rhymes is when you put holes in paper
my glow is ill, fuck a procedure, you know my skill
I show features, like HBO, my flows ether
take a slow breather, as i break your flow like old meters
you'd hate to know, I hold heaters, to fake a foe
fans say "I can still feel you" like the great below
jumped out of highschool, I couldn't wait to go
use to hit shots now all i make is doe, amateur straight to pro
maybe I'm jaded though, time hasn't faded slow
years passing, feels like it was eight ago
when i started rapping, and was chasing hoes
still lifes sensational, as even my basic flows
leaving fakes exposed, rapping until my face explodes
Wild Bill
Its like a chemical combustion, knockin doors with punches that bust-in
Learn quick no ones worth trustin, kids needa fall back for I hurt somethin
Got nothin, all these punchline princesses, get ate like lunchtime premises
Blast ya lines like a nemesis, you a lil kid, duck n cover the clacks of clips
Stuff ya body fulla cotton like im Wild Taxadermist, head on the plaques a sure fit
All I see is a bloody body like hes runnin around shirtless, and I know youve heard this
Lil boy you aint tightest, my raps gold like Midas, Ill inflame your brain like you got cellulitis
Ill mame ya name if you think you might hit, Shequence a gay bitch like suckin onna dykes tit
Dont try to fight this, cause your mind lacks the foritude and all your raps jus bore me dude
Knee high gangsta just freed my magnitude, and hes jackin it to multis with imported KY Lube
Excuse my attitude, but some people needa learn their place before I burn their face
Its not their turn to race, and incineration of their lines make em leave life without a trace
I tend to sift out the fakes, waitin for somethin next, takin ova scrips I jus keep dumpin text
I get better each drop n I stay stumpin vets, showed vocab n circled rap like underspin jets
Flows ice cold, the tundras in, I could go all day with no breath, world stops like Im dyin
I jump complex hurdles n my words jus tie-in, you're not on my level, I wouldnt keep tryin
I'll leave some feed on drops tomorrow.
Complexity
I slash the average hater faster than a navigator
I'm the soul creator, a god, still a collaborator
how can you say that your flow is greater
only time you punch rhymes is when you put holes in paper
my glow is ill, fuck a procedure, you know my skill
I show features, like HBO, my flows ether
take a slow breather, as i break your flow like old meters
you'd hate to know, I hold heaters, to fake a foe
fans say "I can still feel you" like the great below
jumped out of highschool, I couldn't wait to go
use to hit shots now all i make is doe, amateur straight to pro
maybe I'm jaded though, time hasn't faded slow
years passing, feels like it was eight ago
when i started rapping, and was chasing hoes
still lifes sensational, as even my basic flows
leaving fakes exposed, rapping until my face explodes
Wild Bill
Its like a chemical combustion, knockin doors with punches that bust-in
Learn quick no ones worth trustin, kids needa fall back for I hurt somethin
Got nothin, all these punchline princesses, get ate like lunchtime premises
Blast ya lines like a nemesis, you a lil kid, duck n cover the clacks of clips
Stuff ya body fulla cotton like im Wild Taxadermist, head on the plaques a sure fit
All I see is a bloody body like hes runnin around shirtless, and I know youve heard this
Lil boy you aint tightest, my raps gold like Midas, Ill inflame your brain like you got cellulitis
Ill mame ya name if you think you might hit, Shequence a gay bitch like suckin onna dykes tit
Dont try to fight this, cause your mind lacks the foritude and all your raps jus bore me dude
Knee high gangsta just freed my magnitude, and hes jackin it to multis with imported KY Lube
Excuse my attitude, but some people needa learn their place before I burn their face
Its not their turn to race, and incineration of their lines make em leave life without a trace
I tend to sift out the fakes, waitin for somethin next, takin ova scrips I jus keep dumpin text
I get better each drop n I stay stumpin vets, showed vocab n circled rap like underspin jets
Flows ice cold, the tundras in, I could go all day with no breath, world stops like Im dyin
I jump complex hurdles n my words jus tie-in, you're not on my level, I wouldnt keep tryin