by stealth » Aug 26th, '05, 10:18
aight well i dont no much about this kirbee guy/
so for now, i will keep my ryhmes tight and fly/
i wont go spit bad at a emcee i dont even no about/
or begin to holla and diss and shout/
but as i mentioned i been in the game for awile, i aint throwin in the towl/
but it hurts me deep inside how the hearts of rappers turn fowl/
kirbee i aint got nothing to say really as i dont know where u cummin from/
so spit something back at me, make it short or long/
agressive lyrics or a song/
but for me to rip some shit that is directly at someone i need to be raved up/
but let me tell u some shit about me, that u can use against me see/
im white, 17 and only got a few real homies so please/
im sittin here, begging on my knees, kirbee begin to tease/
dont no what u gonna say coz im a real nice bloke/
im askin u to find some problems of mind and begin to aggrivate and poke/
if u get me angry then its me and ur neck, as i begin to lyrically choke/
as i wait and listen for your reply i can only comply/
say what u want its a free world, but my reputation i will uphold/
coz this life is begginning to get cold, as my story is being told/
read more of my spits and understand how my life unfolds/
kirbee go n spit at me do wat u feel and i will reply asap
"listening to Dont You Trust Me" Tupac"
Stealth