back in black, nah, i'm white but i aint whack

very subtle, but very nice.
i bet you just went away so you could unveil that shit, yo

nice? hah, its more than nice? how many girls do i got? one, two thrice!

i'm down with the ladies in the back of my mercedes, so young man please understand that i am a pimp bigger than the good year blimp got my name on the earth and i have since birth so i'm here to make ya rhyme scheme fail, and in the mean time i'm tappin yo females.

son, you ain't got no game, you's to blame, your existance is a shame, more like a sham, to alive you should be glad, its about time i tell you that i'm yo dad. i got money in the bank, money everywhere i look, i got so much cash i need accountants to keep my books

i'm sure you sleep well at night when the accountants rip you off soon your cash, yo ass- all of it will be dried up fried up- served as a side with a hot dog wonderin why yo daddy fell off the log wagon i aint braggin but im just sayin that you're creatin all this drama and i bet yo mama's real proud of this shit- how would she take it, knowin you were lit up every night- twenty different women to make you feel allright? damn, you must life the good life- just wait til i let this slip to ya wife... oh hey ma, dad's been cheatin- and he aint got no rhymes worth my time to try beatin he's old news old views and i couldnt fill his damn shoes, they too small and i'ld have to crawl, cuz at least id be out in a bar room brawl

son, my wife is your mother, this you should know, i found her one day, then i found a couple hoes, you disrespect, i'll make you pay, i'll throw you to da ground, before you can say, uncle, my brother is yours, he's only ten years old, but still your uncle of course, i'm takin all you got , all of yo share, yo'll be on the ground, fightin for air


and what do i care, at least i'm fightin- you? you sit there, complainin and bitin on that cigar- oops! too damn far, you burnt your lips better get another sip of that water, i think you wanted that mama's baby to be yo daughter- coz you too afraid of what i'm gonna do i can beat the best, i'll have no problem with you- so sit yo ass down, learn some respect gone are your days- and i would bet that no man can stand to look you in the eye- yo too short, that's why- too short on life too short on time and i dare say too short on rhymes.

i got so many rhymes, i'd die before they come out, all i know is i'll bring ya down without a doubt, your skills are short, just like yo height, yo mama dont brag but she like to bite, you better show some respect, cause you got none, i'm your father, you but my son

if i'm yo son, tell me one thing dad- if i cant beat ya then why ya so mad? you got all this fire spittin out ya mouth but for what? i got my doubts that you can play with the big dogs pa, hell, you could barely handle ma- and what am i but a young protege? fuck that man i'm the king today. i'm eminem, you docta dre- i got much love but i must say that you're worn out dead and past your prime, sit down old man you've said every line and think about all this shit for a minute, you may have started the game but i'm the one still in it. so dont try to school me on respect- i cant remember the last time i lost a bet and i'll be damned if i dont spit tonight better than any previous fight. so sit down, sit up and dammit take notice- from here on now, i'm gonna own this aint no stoppin me aint no toppin me so ya better rock with me- while i still give you the chance

son, i ain't mad, i'm just speakin the truth, you my son, we got blood, me and you. i don't know why you feudin, i hate fighting with my flesh, i got you muthafuckin name tatooed on my chest. but you started a fire, now i gotta put it out. i started this empire, without me you without

i got nothin but pride to show but there are things to hide, ya know? i'm just a whore, foot in the door just got a taste and i'm barkin for more wonderin why all these fools plunderin all their monies in the past, the king of the empire last has gotta make way for the kid from today and i will admit, you got some pretty dope hooks- but you also gettin some wack lookin looks and i'm just tryin to save ya ass from the pain of bein slain like a motherfuckin jesus christ- you aint no martyr, and i'm a firestarter so watch me now as the flames consume i just wanna make sure you aint in the same room when i go down, hittin the floor, life in my eyes just flashin before em, rememberin how i was that one february day, when you and my ma said okay and let me join into this world i'm ya little boy but she wanted a girl- so for the next ten years, they put me up in dresses, do you have any idea how that messes with my head? so excuse me please if i'm a little insane and excuse me please if i always complain but i'm just tryin to keep you safe- free from the terror of all this fuckin hate and all these other cats who get in the game with their 'pimp ass bitches' man, it's all the same...

08/10/2003

Author's Note: a little rap battle between me (kid lil a) and paul osterlund (p-phunk). my man 'p's got the bold verses, while i recite the plain text curses.

Posted on 08/11/2003
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