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letra de rock n wills audition - big l

[intro: big l]
yo one two, one two, go ‘head, you can drop it

yeah one two one two, i go by the name of the big l, ya know what i’m sayin’. rock this with rock n. wills, the hardpack tape, aight it go like this

[verse 1: big l]
ayyo i got the gift o’ gab
to lift and grab
the mic
and recite hype rhymes
that’ll rip and rag
and drag
a f-g mc
who likes to nag a lot
and brag a lot
talkin’ about the lyrics that he have are hot
step to this and get lit like a candle troop
rhymes i hook up, mcs i cook up
like campbell’s soup
i throw rhymes like a quarterback
front and you’ll get bust and dust and crushed
b-m rushed and all o’ that
rhymes never sound wack
cause i got ’em down pat
your rulin’ time is over
so gimme your crown jack
i get hype fast
and mcs might last
a minute with me
because their rhymes are light as
a feather
and mines are heavy like a big brick
rappers catch a fit quick
when i start to kick shit
and i record my battles on a camcorder
so i can sit back and watch me manslaughter
mcs that tried to get wit’ me hops
that’s why they all got tooken out like a bensi box
the crown is still mine cause i kick ill rhymes
a lotta rappers talk that murder shit and couldn’t k!ll time
or beat eggs or whip cream
i’m smoother than vaseline
and i’m a stone cold rappin’ fiend
a lot of new jacks are comin’ out, but that’s cool
cause i’m the princ-p-l of the new school

alright check this out, another joint like this…

[verse 2: big l]
yeah, aight, check it out…
i control the microphone like a robot
my lyrics are so hot, props i got a whole lot
cause wit’ a pen and some paper this man makes
rhymes that’re so d-mn great, with flavor like pancakes
i’m kickin’ rhymes like a game of kickball
i’m rough like a brick wall, mcs take a big fall
for tryin’ to get with this, i’m too swift with this
a microphone murderer full with magnificence
a def rapper and also a swell one
in a battle i cook mcs well done
my hits are consecutive
i’m a lyrical executive
bite my rhymes and i won’t let you live
so to be safe on the microphone homes
recite your own poems or get your dome flown
or put in a boot camp, l is the new champ
i’m not the type to go out like a food stamp
i’m throwin’ rhymes like a pitcher throws a, curve ball
and i’m a serve all punks that try to brawl
so stop sleepin’ on me, don’t even doze hops
or i’m a heat you up and eat you up like stove top
stuffin’, i’m b-m rushin’, shorts i’m takin’ none
my rhymes weigh a ton, i’m not fakin’ son
you’re the one who’s fakin’, tryin’ to be a duplicate
can’t kick stupid shit, tell you the truth, you should quit
rappin’, start snappin’, cause all you is a joke
battle l and get smoked
yo i overthrow ya and have ya screamin’ like a rollercoaster
guzzle you down like a small cup o’ coca-cola
i’m goin’ through mcs like a ransack
stand back, as i cruise smooth like a am-trak
your rhymes are rusty g, you can’t f-ck with me
that’s why you’re hidin’ in protective custody
l’s not the one and i keep mcs runnin’
i hurt ’em like bunions, make ’em cry like onions
i’m a lyrical fighter and i’m brighter than einstein
try to bite my lines and you’ll get a size nine
foot put in your -ss for bein’ a crook
hit with a vital hook and get your title took

[big l]
yeah, i’m a p-ss it to my man

[verse 3: big l]
yo i’m the microphone murderer
and i’m known for bustin’ mad caps
i was in rag tracks with rhymes that backslap
‘causin’ a nightmare, i don’t fight fair
n-gg-s playin’ hard rock, hopin’ they might scare
the b-i-g-l but i’m not to be f-cked wit’
you’re tryin’ to take your idol’s title?
you on some bugged shit
i keep the women fiendin’ and screamin’ for my smooth shit
my rhymes are mad thick and yours is thin as a pool stick
f-ck it, bust it, i like it rough and rugged
your style is wick wack and played out like nugget
bracelets, face this, you can’t erase this, escape this
break this, take this, cause i bake this
i get so loose on beats that i produce
n-gg-s be frontin’ crazy hard and got no juice
they softer than paper plates, the lyrics i make is great
a few sheets of loose leaf and a erasermate
is all i need to write rhymes that are extra fly
mics i wreck and fry, rappers i petrify
pack a fo’ fif’ with eight shots
with one you get popped
and now you’re locked in a box, dead, with no props
i’m not jokin’, there’s no time for snappin’
n-gg-s that be yappin’, i’m puttin’ caps in
so base up or get sprayed up to the waist up
you’ll get found faced up, police can’t trace up
fingerprints, why? because i leave no evidence
big l’s the name, one three nine is the residence, peace

- big l

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