raange pur3
Apprentice
I've been schemin on the lad standin in line next to me
I'm scopin him out like a road and street directory
i have every record label throwin their cheques at me
knowing i can slaughter any MC who tries to flex to me
i'll steal ur girls u stand with.. monica AND stephanie
and i can't stand the lyrics u spit, they're fuckin depressin me
I can come at you, with the lamest shit that i have
and still make ur brains blow.. like a suicide A-rab
i hit up the bars, tell the tender to start A tab
I'ma sink a few brews before i call A cab
the amount of rappers who get smacked is so sad
all i need in this world is my mind, pen and a pad
i commit lyrical mass murder, with the illest shit you hearda
ur rhymes might be fine, but mine are far superb bra
i'll grab u from behind, slice your throat like nip and tuck
u can see by my attitude that i still dont give a fuck
i grab the mic, just like ya girls are grabbin my crotch
i'm invincible to all u motherfuckers, i cant be touched
i cant be rushed, i take my time like old men and women aboarding a bus
i have u shakin like parkinsons, more scared than archerson
u ask a line of MC's to battle, the microphone is passin 'em
after my deadly few lines, i will be politely askin 'em
to spit back at me before they see i become too harsh on 'em
no reply pisses me off, i want another chance to blast on 'em
you were smirkin before i started rhymin, now who's laughin son
rate that.. thanks
P.S. remember i'm australian, so i pronounce stuff different to you americans lol
I'm scopin him out like a road and street directory
i have every record label throwin their cheques at me
knowing i can slaughter any MC who tries to flex to me
i'll steal ur girls u stand with.. monica AND stephanie
and i can't stand the lyrics u spit, they're fuckin depressin me
I can come at you, with the lamest shit that i have
and still make ur brains blow.. like a suicide A-rab
i hit up the bars, tell the tender to start A tab
I'ma sink a few brews before i call A cab
the amount of rappers who get smacked is so sad
all i need in this world is my mind, pen and a pad
i commit lyrical mass murder, with the illest shit you hearda
ur rhymes might be fine, but mine are far superb bra
i'll grab u from behind, slice your throat like nip and tuck
u can see by my attitude that i still dont give a fuck
i grab the mic, just like ya girls are grabbin my crotch
i'm invincible to all u motherfuckers, i cant be touched
i cant be rushed, i take my time like old men and women aboarding a bus
i have u shakin like parkinsons, more scared than archerson
u ask a line of MC's to battle, the microphone is passin 'em
after my deadly few lines, i will be politely askin 'em
to spit back at me before they see i become too harsh on 'em
no reply pisses me off, i want another chance to blast on 'em
you were smirkin before i started rhymin, now who's laughin son
rate that.. thanks
P.S. remember i'm australian, so i pronounce stuff different to you americans lol


