Xpression.v2

Notchless Kid (1/2/2006)

Some people like talking shit but I don’t see them walking it
It’s like they start the pitch and then suddenly they’re balking it
Fucking up and chalking it then reaching for erasers
Little whiney pussies with no rhymes upon their papers
Yet still they’re turning pages, with the whispered chitter chatter
Too fucking scared to talk, son, well, what the hell’s the matter?
Your pride already shatter? Why don’t you try again son?
You got all my attention so spit a rhyme and then some….
Oh wait, that’s right, I guess all you got is nothing
Your expertise means shit if you can’t accomplish something
Prove to me this one thing and just show me how you’re better
Lay out a hundred rhymes and let me read every damn letter
Cause I’m getting so damn fed up with people who can’t write shit
Criticizing me because they could never write just like this
They’re unable to expose themselves with passion and conviction
Just another little kid without emotional nutrition

But before I fucking seal this up, let me spell my rules, kid
Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to or else I’ll just refuse it
I won’t even review it ’til you prove that you could match me
You’re better or you’re nothing, just the former can attack me
Cause I won’t let you distract me while you’re jerking in the corner
A pussy on the net who’s too afraid to cross my border
In nature’s law and order, you’re twenty notches far below me
Yet, still you try to talk like you’ve had the chance to know me
So, until you fucking show me, I’ll smirk and know I own you
You’re Chris’ little bitch and my mission’s to dethrone you
Don’t email, I won’t phone you, it’s only face to face, kid
I’ve got the fucking skills and I won’t slow down and pace it

Note: Next time anyone wants to start with me, either do it face to face or, at least, have a rhyme ready. If not, you’re simply nothing but another little bitch.

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