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Exzes

Just for those that thinking I might of fallen off, this is a track I did for some RollDeep guy


[INTRO]
Roll Deep, the epitomy of what Pac meant by 'You Ain't $$$$ Without Your Homeboys'. This ain't an intro, this is just letting you know what's really good, what you should of thought about before even trying, the kinda $$$$ you think about as you're staring a lion in the face, a deer in my headlights. You wanna bring it, then boys, bring it, if not, run your $$$got asses back to the hole you crawled from, and realize this ain't a game nomore. No, this ain't beef, beef is what you get from cows, this is more like a sirloin steak. You've been roasting so long, Lu-Cipher's been prodding your ass with pitch forks since your birth. Who's Lu-Cipher? Lu-Cipher is Exzes. Who's Exzes? If you don't know, you're sure to find out.

Go back home kid, you're unwanted like Santa going down a Jewish chimney on Christmas,
I ain't even have to say $$$$, with that suicidal lyric you're already dismissed,
Leave you dismayed by the lack of fury and vengeful I displayed,
Cause your originality and rhymes ain't fearing me, they've already been played,
I'll rename you Kim, take you out the club and lyrically pistol whip you,
I ain't Marshall, but 'Without Me' you wouldn't have anyone to look up to,
You ain't a 'Master mind', but you fear mine, impotence got you going soft all the time,
Claiming you a High Grade Bunna, Top Roller? Nah kid, I'll make you freeze like I'm 'Polar',
Take my Ice Cap and revert back, acting like I'm a third grader just so you understand,
98.5% of my rhymes is ballistics, the other 1.5 is for-en-sics (4 in 6)
You worlds ain't hurting me son, they packing no verbal stones or sticks,
More like jello and kit kat, rapping about food is the only time your $$$$ is 'phat',
I ain't seen your rhymes before, tried going to Roll Deep and checking you,
Them $$$s came correct, them cats hid you, should of gone one better and got rid of you,
Cause these circles we'll end up running will encourage natural selection,
How can a kid battle me when he suffers from internal rejection?
Your heart don't want your mind, your brain wants to be a thug,
But how can that be possible when sleeping on the front of your tractor is the closest you get to a 'hood'?
I swear England is just farmland, goats, sheep and cows?
I bet your charged it to your mom's credit card when you were looking up 'How To Rap: Know Hows',
You're far from omnipotent, hell, you're eyes are so blurry, you can't even read your E-mail's recipient,
Cause your $$$$ read like an unfinished jokebook, your punchlines are non-existant,
Gotta admit you're persistant, a casket is all you represent,
You're heaven sent, a boost for my ego and those around me,
Cause if you can be an MC, it opens the doors for everyone in 2003,
90% of your rhymes aren't even visible, the rest is divisible,
Between wordplay, metaphors, similies and weak jokes,
The only way you could come close to touching me, is if I was 11, and you were the pope.

[CHORUS]
'Coming from the city where no pity is shown' [Daz, 'In California']
'I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap,
$$$$$$s try to beat the king but the ace is back' [Dre, Still D.R.E]
'Busting at these $$$$$$s that claim to be hard' [Daz, 'Oh No']
'Dirty ass, Hoooo, I'm your pimp, you're my $$$$$' [D-12, 'Pimp Like Me']

Let's see your crew, 4 other Mc's, taking 5 losses between you,
3 verses to drop, yet after 2 verses, all 5 of your hearts will stop,
5 times 3 verses, 2 crews, 30 verses filled with unlimited curses, but 5 herses,
5 coroners, 20 pall bearers, streets lined with 10 nurses, 10 intensive therapy carers,
Zero family, zero friends, thinking you dope, but at the age of 17 your life ends,
You ain't old enough to drink, 1 year before your legal and already getting pissed,
I saw many disses in your rhymes, but all of them missed,
I ain't even in the same continent but pinpoint precision like a Desert Storm mission,
Cruises missiles firing from underground silo's, striking those that rolling deep,
You no longer creep, sprint when you see the $$$$$$$$$$ Crew coming,
Lining your ass around the M25, looking for a lift that you're thumbing,
Went to your house, but you ghosted, checked in your room,
You've already gotten rid of your Backstreet Boys posters,
It's the day after the battle started, and your chicken asses ALREADY changed the rosters,
Take you in the mosh pits with the rockers, that's the only time you'll be near shockers,
I seen a few of your 'crews' chats, and it's like battling Little Boy Blue,
Catching nursery rhymes $$$$ from kindergarten kids, unknown like 'Guess Who?'
You played a Monopoly, tryna step to me, you couldn't draw blood even playing Pictionary,
Only word play you exhibit was produced on a Scrabble board,
Vocab so narrow, poorly scored, could beat your ass down with '$$$got' on a tripled word score

[CHORUS]
'Lyrical I'm [Scratching] I'm supposed to represent, $$$$$'s will tell you I'm nice with the Blah Blah Blah' [Big Punisher, 'Super Lyrical']
'Cause I came back to rule this time, cause I came back to take what's mine' [D-12, 'Devil's Night]
'$$$$$ WHAT, made you think you could $$$$ with me, $$$$$ WHO, recognize $$$$$' [Jay-Z, '$$$$$ What, $$$$$ Who]
'Ex-ta-[Scratching]-da-Zee'

'What's the difference between me and you.......'
Do I even need to start on the wordplay? Fronting like you ain't got a 'Clue'
when I beat you down and take a W for this 'Slay', this ain't no 'Shakespeare' play,
But when the 'Twelth Night' strikes, it'll be your final 'Odyssey', after this luxury,
Of using my name for shameless promotion, you couldn't be slick even using 'Moisturising Lotion',
Use the 'Foundation' to 'Make Up' some rhymes to spit from your 'Lip,
Stick to just sitting back and watching as the microphones rips, I'll give you some tips,
Try to stop with the one liners, work your rhymes and intergrate,
Don't chop and change, you kept 'Cumming Up Short' like a midget when he 'Master'bates,
I hope the Master-don't-Mind that I save the future of mankind,
By showing you what real skills is, I can't see your venom, and I know straight up I ain't blind,
But wait, how hypocritical, I ain't even directly dissed you, but do I care?
It's blatent you ain't ready, so a full on assault would be unfair,
Your 'resistance is futile', I'm the obvious Star in this War, have your whole crew screaming for more,
Disbanding and conversion, running to the church for confession, asking Lu-Cipher to save there souls,
There's so many holes in your life story, save the good $$$$, tell us all that's gory,
Like how many $$$$s you can take up that tight ass of yours? On the bed or against walls, doors?
In fact, open up, I'll drive a bus up and charge for tours,
Diarehoa's got you talking $$$$, try testing me, and now you're walking in $$$$,
But how can that be, your knee caps are on my coffee table, are prosthetic legs REALLY that stable?
Check Aesop's fable, they're stories with philosophical endings, real meaning,
Like the time Exzes ripped a guys up in so many.....'Periods'.......people thought the '$$$$$' would never stop bleeding,
Cats like you bring no real sting, should call you Bostik for all the amount of your rhymes featuring filling.

[OUTRO]I ain't even planned a full track, but you know how $$$$ goes, a kid leaves himself wide open so the gap needs to be closed, all killer, no filler. This ain't even the best $$$$, that's being saved for usage later, that's being saved so that when you grow weaker, it ensures you meet your maker. I'll make you look so bad, the Arch Angel Gabriel will be tossing your ass off the gates of Heaven, and sending you back to my domain, Hell on Earth son.

SUPERSTAR SINISTA

gwarn...this is for the same thing...its only a verse...i was feelin to do a exzes an make a whole tune ish..

im goin fukin crazy im on the verge of insanity~if i lose any more marbles i'll be a risk to humanity/
dont start to get above your self kid coz i'll pull you back down to earth faster than gravity/
dont be mad at me it wernt my fault i was born with the skillz to erase emcee's as easy as pressing delete/
sinista skillz is part of the lyrical elite that will defeat~rolldeep take a seat/
i'll fucck you so deep my girth will have you choking/
you think your winning, $$$$ kid whats in that pipe your smoking/
you have about as much chance of winning this as a man with no arms or legs in a 100 meter sprint race/
its fact you aint gonner finish in first place~as i unleash shotgun shells into your face/
i'll split this arshole open so bad he'll think his at one of michael barrymore's pool partys/
dont start me kid im sick an twisted like a peadofile out side school gates givin out smarties/
did you get that!? im sick $$$$$ i'll smash in your face with your own fist/
i'll pull out my $$$$ an take a slash all over you leaving you feeling pissed/
you couldnt construct a rhyme like mine if you had a instruction manual/
as soon as this contest was drawn it was over its a one sided duel/
do you follow!?.......no kid i didnt ask if you swallow i already knew you did cause you cant spit for $$$$/
i'll break out your HIP so you have to HOP to the lolly pop shop/
your like your dad who cant get a erection your a flop~heading in a downwards direction/
did i forget to mention~this is a lyrical section!?so why you hear kid/
my punchlines an wordplay is to quick for you,your still on the starting grid/
your rhymes wouldnt be deep if you buried them along with your mum/
your rhymes got me feelin numb....i got to say it again kid i dont feel them...wheres your punches an wordplay are you dumb!?/
$$$$ kid you dont wanna see me switch an introduce your face to the street floor like a $$$$$ on heat/
iv'e added another defeat~to your already long list of shamefull displays of pittifull rhymes in these battling times/
as i add ever more fresh lines~to my ripe~pickings of fruitfull skillz/
an as i add another kid to my record of savage kills~your feeling dazed/
my flows starts to pick up an my punches unleash heavyweight blows your eyes turn glazed/
im leaving you amazed yet shaken do you now relise you was mistaken in thinking i was the weak one/
your outlook is the bleak one~sinista will bunn you for fun i drop verses hot like the surface of the sun/
now as you narate it i'll inalilate it im not gonner debate it fact is IAM THE BEST/
as i lick shots at rolldeeps top shot~you relise im hot the exact moment my words start shreading your flesh, mussle an tissues in your chest/
its to late you cant turn back~your wack~i draw for the mack~an aim for your ball sack/
oh $$$$ kid your balls aint droped yet! how was you expecting to beat a $$$$$$$$$$ vet!?/
kid get the fucck of my nuts~before i slam my clenched fist through your guts causing internal cuts WHAM dam im raw/

Bassy B

Nice 1 Exzes. If ya did really do a tune for a Roll Deep guy, you've got sum serious talent yer. Although as I was reading da lyrics, I tried to chat em 2 a garage tune, and it dnt work, its mor lyk rap, and roll deep do uk garage. What kinda tune isit? Newayz dats sum gd $$$$

Exzes

Haha, nah man, not the actual Roll Deep people. Over at another forum I go on, we're doing a 'forum vs forum' battle, against the Roll Deep forum. I'm a Hip-Hop rapper, so that flow will be Hip-Hop.

Bassy B

ah ryt, cheers 4 dat lol. I was thinking, $$$$, dey jus did sumin 4 da Roll Deep cru! But den I saw da style of da flow and it wernt ukg so it cudnt hav bin! lol I've put a nu thred up and its bout u if ya wna chek it out yer?
cheers