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Xray my niigga you took too long to write your verse, so i have decided to post this peace without you.
I haven't written in awhile but here it is.
Macdaddy:
Whose that I’m always seein in front of cameras/
Flashin fraudulence for the publics to grab on/
Makes you feel important, the heads that you stand on/
The stardom you’ve gain, the throne that you’ve sat on/
Is about to be shat on, ripped up and upon/
All levels of martyring tricks that are cons/
Wit arduous grips that split frames till the dawn/
Turns to dusk and the dust from your guts is now gone/
Wit the wind, still classic, is my spit still drastic?/
I’d like to think so, given that I drip acid/
I swimming wit alligators, which make my piss placid/
Illusively, to leave a sitcom bitch ravaged/
Unraveling sentences directed to the magna/
Of television, telling me the visions of my stanza/
Are controversial and could cause propaganda/
To destroy images, hence my objective enacted/
MCAnonymous:
Lyrically I'll scare ya, couldn't bother wit the fiya, barely
Cause I'll bust a move that'll break ya ankles like Mariah Carey!
Any advesary trying to rhyme, I'll bend yo skin
and I'll leave you out in the open just like Jay Leno's Chin
Your bitch is known fore-head like she's Trya Banks
Make your scream niigga like Mel Gibson to his fuckin' skank (HA!)
Will Smith battle axes for I am Legend
Why you steppin? My mic a weapon, for live dissection
and my detection, of wack rappers is Omnipresent
LIke Jackie Chan eyes, widescreen, I'm bombin' peasants
Macdaddy:
Fuck the fashion and fame, heart throbs and flames/
I’m a scorch these pigs wit hog-wash for names/
Surrounding the news when there more shit at stake/
That effects the common man, but they say, keep my place/
I’m low on the totem, opinions are frozen/
In a limbo a nympho would fuck wit for moments/
We in a world crisis, but celebrities hold up/
An aura of glamour that media moguls will show us/
On a continuous bases, whether sexist or racist/
Prejudice vacates when we all tune into stations/
To catch reality shows on some Ray J and Flav shit/
Hell, even athletes are whores satiated by ratings/
And attention than movie star turn handicapped patient/
Exclaim your discrepancies, I’m a stay with my statement/
These fuckers are proud and walk around shameless/
Like they shit don’t stink, but reeks like Hannibal’s basement/