V-Stylez, Royce da 5'9", Rapper Big Pooh, Phat Kat, eLZhi - Clash of the Titans lyrics

[V-Stylez, Royce da 5'9", Rapper Big Pooh, Phat Kat, eLZhi - Clash of the Titans lyrics]

MoSS, I'm the wrong type of cat
Gritty nigga and I'm evil
Out for the presents, sneaky dude
Call me Smeagol
Lord of the ring and when the bell go "ding"
Jabs looking very sharp
Punches hard and clean you never land
I'm too elusive for your amateur game
Spit it well
You didn't know? You better check my name
V-Style, get it right and I rep the D
Where everybody hood hard, yo I just emcee
It don't matter if you big or
Tall or who the shortest
Just show me where the challenge is at
Call your florist
Cause I'mma John Wayne on your ass
That's true grit
Talk slick and I would damage your top
Wig split d-X on muh'fuckers
Silly dudes can +Suck It!+
Take my twins from my waste
Blast my Kirby Pucketts
Yo my brain propane, gas turn into flame
Straight fire when ignited
Break you down to the grain

G shit, we sick, we spit, fuck you
Pay me, fuck all that free shit, eat dick
Crew shining like shit, we split, she strip
We tip, blue diamonds got mammy all seasick
Now take a brief sit
Here's a handkerchief tip
While I fall on the floor
'nuff money for a cheap trip
Huh, bitch, now who I'm finna leave with?
Find a friend and come
Who you wanna get on your knees with?
My jewellery sick
I got a disease on my wrist
My neck and the shit's making me freeze bit
Breeze in with my Angela Jolie bitch
She lick my underarms, you can call me B pitt
Any problems nigga, we fix, my bitch
Will hit you
Be like boiling water nigga she slick
That's a trip, saying he slip
Always on point, like a Christmas tree tip
Creep up and eat clips

Aiyyo, I know you like how
Rapper C is waiting
Cause D niggas recognize thee nigga waiting
Rapper remain patient
Took jabs like a champ now
Every verse out need the Rapper Pooh stamp
I tramp on foes, face down for them hoes
Pity the fool, any fool likely to oppose
See right through them clothes and
Your real nigga pose
Real niggas won't say a word, case closed
Blessed with the pen game, take aim
Maimed your career off of this strain
The disdain all on your face mayne
It's plain with no competition
Me and you in the same breath, don't mention
This is my position right now in the future
Sewing up careers like some well done sutures
These are maneuvers, up the ladder I ascend
Clash of the titans, nigga fuck a new trend

This nigga biting while
I'm thinking, writing
To get the ink ignited
So when he move it's like
A streak of lightning
Fuck where the crowns at
This brown cat could leave the town flat
And beat you like the part of the
Speaker you pump the sound at
I'm not stopping the slot topping
So when I plot
Dropping something hot, you copped it
It got popped in vultures better duck
Flows with lead is tucking
Expose the feather ducking
Blows your head to chunks
Rip flyer before I dip, be quick, hip fire
Slip by you a line that goes
Off like a trip wire
I'm from the sickest city
Your whole clique is kiddy
If your chick is pretty, she'll suck a dick
I'll lick the titties
Your type of rhyming got me
Bored but I'm a star
The kind that you found where the comics are
Knock you off your feet
Fussing, I eat dozen, I move the streets
Trusting
In some sweet crushing petite Russians
Skeet bussing
Screaming like they bout to meet Justin
Timberlake, I tremor quakes, hemmers shake
I'm the one with the gems and cake
Extra smokes and skinny dips like naked
Folks in swimming lakes

Around the world my fans know me
For the flows I bust
The Polo I rock and hoes I crushed
And the sound of my voice turn haters to dust
But still making funky music is a must
The newest star in Catacombs
Giving haters the flux
I switched it, bounced it
Upgrade to super-deluxe
My whole crew is dangerous
Ain't no taming us
The fast get wound on point
The finger's blaming us
Simply, oh, oh, it's the year of the emcee
We're here to fill the void
The game been running on empty
Had a long day nigga so please don't tempt me
Cooked so much beef but my name ain't Wimpy
Bout to snatch all your customs
Your bag's too skimpy
And my shit sound fresh when this
The voice in this empty tongue's so sharp
I chop you niggas down to mincemeat
So fuck your money, jewels and cars
Using it as camouflage
Need to focus on planning the
Strength in your bars
It's Phat Kat the living legend
Still counting my funds
Because I never kissed no ass
I stuck to my guns
While you're still coming up short
Kat holding the fort
Dedicate this to my fans
Thanks for all your support
Yeah, this cold steel bitches
It's how we do it and it's real bitches
Yeah, it's Ronnie Kat

Yeah, it's your man V-Stylez
Royce 5'9", Phat Kat and Elzhi
The Rapper Big Pooh from Little Brother
And MoSS on the beat bringing the heat
It's Hip Hop, non-stop

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