Dilated Peoples - Search 4 Bobby Fisher Lyrics
* hard to find white label, but 2:58 long on napster[intro: rakaa iriscience]Yo.. its like this manEvery once in a while when mother*****ers pop off at the lipSomebody get brought into this shitThat dont have nuttin to do with this shit right?But none the lessYou wanna start lettin off buckshots, cats gotta retaliateYall callin out ev? well you got him[evidence]Yo, a blonde fag took my kindness for a weaknessBut instead of comin hard threw a weak dissTwelve of his friends at first I was speechlessIs it cause you lack ***** or lack uniqueness?Its always your type, itchy and quick to bust offRuin the party, soliloquy of chaosIn this verse, jumpin jacks a little warm upTherell be no bullshit, therell be no hit chorusDiss my crew? yo, you wont go farThe truth is Im about as much from detroit as you areIm rackin up points, shit cat Im scorinYou aint a true tiger, liar, you from warrenA trailer trash town where daddy stuck it to yaThats why you hate your mother cause she never tried to stop itTwenty years later youre still out of luckI met this chick you took home on tour, but couldnt get it upAlert! alert! you internet geeksEminem is just like you, weak between the sheetsDr. evil, tryin to steal my mojoIll ***** you up, plus look better in photosI know what it is, you envy what you hateIm what you used to be, you was me in ninety-eightHungry for props, and ready to rockExcept your stage show is so weak you always just ready to rot***** your pace walkin forth at best(at) that rate on tour dates, hope you never run out of breathIts such a shame your uncle ronnies not listedIm a geek? you jock fred from limp bizkitProduction time; I heard youre makin beatsBut dont program the drums, dont program the keysDont program the bass, producer? liar!Doin that shits like hirin a ghostwriterYou might as well you little fake chino xlYoure target practice - strictly blast these empty shells{*crowd roar*} its an upset, you lose the title!But first lose the haircut, youre bitin george michaelNext topic, time to stick the knife inSlaughter your {daughter}, ah ***** it throw your wife inIma do em, do em til nothin leftThe way Im murderin you now they probably avenge your deathYou blind *****, Im about to rub it inGo sell millions of records, you still dont own your publishinYou aint hip-hop, you pop; extra popular to little girls,Kids, and the trenchcoat mafiaSo here it comes, a blast from my crewYou bout to get chopped by a man named babuThe funniest part? let me say this fore Im throughI havent even begun to start, I saved the best for part two{*babu cuts and scratches these samples*}Faggot, no comp rapper on a quest -> ll cool jHi! -> eminem, ***** shut the ***** up! -> eazy-eIf you take offense ***** it, got to be that way -> krs-oneI thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn -> mc lyteSuckers get eliminated *****in with dilated -> cypress hillNevertheless, Ill say it again -> slick rick(? )*****! -> n.w.a.Soundclash with us, you flirt with disaster -> dilatedTrick or treat...
