The Winner (Get At Me)

TheMadWriter · 07-26-2009, 05:19 AM

Yo....this is that flow right here...when you know you're the shit...check it...

My flow is undisputed/
Ya'll niggas are trash that's why the board stays straight polluted/
Niggas you ain't suited, flow is fire it's boosted/
Douches my flows on point faggots never refute it/
Blackin I just lose it, write my soul in this music/
Ya'll were never shit ya'll just took trash and you grouped it/
Scooped it, all garbage flows you niggas LOOPED it/
Flew in, through the roof thinkin you bitches duped us/
Nah, rather than hear you i'd grab the garrett/
Wrap the wire round your throat and strangle your fuckin larnyx/
And in spite of candid fantasies hidden within insanity/
I'd rather bring about amnesty for your fuckin vanity/
But picture if you ran with me you and your lame profranity/
It'd be worse than Eddie Murphy with them fuckin trannies b/
And with all the recent drama these rappers ain't no fans of me/
They'd rather see me banned at least than see me eat my MC feast/
But still, i'm fresher than a white t; got more hops than the jordans on the back of my black Nikes/
The coolest kid you like me, nigga I rock like Mikey/
Rock like hiking, don't like it then you can fight me/
Better yet, just for malice and to prove i'm valid/
I'll 'beef' with Slaughterhouse when they stop tossin salads (LOL)/
Otherwise, I don't concern myself with these fag losers/
My flow makes niggas relapse like past abusers/
The MC mover, mic acts as a ruger/
Put one in their head to take em out the game i'm the ruler/
Makin em blind this time, I stay on my grind/
Machine guns are rhymes I got more than TI in his prime/
The champ, the belt is every verse I spit/
It's a lyrical hearse submerged in these words and shit/
The first to grip, so when I fire the shit I rip/
You better duck, cuz I will fuckin flip you bitch.../
As for the top, I ain't just arriving b/
This niggas are bunch of talentless clowns like ICP/
Riding me, trying to get to the Ivy League/
When they're stuck in the special ed like 'hi re re'/
And Criminal Thoughts don't want it, the nigga's been dead/
I dread that he's gonna try and make a diss thread/
But he ain't got shit to give except head/
And he can save that for his brother or mother he's misled/
The product of degenerate limited death is eminent/
His head don't have thoughts and if it does they're all tentative/
Fuck all of your sentiments, lyrical death is intended bitch, die motherfucker if there was beef I just ended it...

And I promise to be the best, the best I feel I am and really I must confess, issues to address, never feelin depressed, head to the sky when i'm layin down I just rest, and yes...i'm the lyrical second comin, armageddon to mcs I see you niggas runnin, prepare to get done in, ready to send a message, finger on the detonator blastin myself to heaven (heaven...), and I ain't talkin 7/11s, i'm talkin bout blacken out on the track, death is embedded, so everytime you listen you're feelin the disposition a nigga stuck on a mission you faggots might as well give in....

CriminalThoughtz · 07-26-2009, 07:35 PM

nice shit...i give you that...but if u really want it just drop your 16, otherwise stop wastin my time..."now get at me winner".lolol

CriminalThoughtz · 07-27-2009, 05:03 PM

is easy to talk but damn is so hard to back it up....still waitin'...tick...tick....tick...tick.....:gunsmili e:

07-26-2009, 05:19 AM	#1
TheMadWriter Veteran Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: Virginia Posts: 1,379 Repped: 149 Repped 414 Times in 245 Posts Neg Reps: 68 Neg Repped at 154 Times in 98 Posts	The Winner (Get At Me) The Winner (Get At Me) Yo....this is that flow right here...when you know you're the shit...check it... My flow is undisputed/ Ya'll niggas are trash that's why the board stays straight polluted/ Niggas you ain't suited, flow is fire it's boosted/ Douches my flows on point faggots never refute it/ Blackin I just lose it, write my soul in this music/ Ya'll were never shit ya'll just took trash and you grouped it/ Scooped it, all garbage flows you niggas LOOPED it/ Flew in, through the roof thinkin you bitches duped us/ Nah, rather than hear you i'd grab the garrett/ Wrap the wire round your throat and strangle your fuckin larnyx/ And in spite of candid fantasies hidden within insanity/ I'd rather bring about amnesty for your fuckin vanity/ But picture if you ran with me you and your lame profranity/ It'd be worse than Eddie Murphy with them fuckin trannies b/ And with all the recent drama these rappers ain't no fans of me/ They'd rather see me banned at least than see me eat my MC feast/ But still, i'm fresher than a white t; got more hops than the jordans on the back of my black Nikes/ The coolest kid you like me, nigga I rock like Mikey/ Rock like hiking, don't like it then you can fight me/ Better yet, just for malice and to prove i'm valid/ I'll 'beef' with Slaughterhouse when they stop tossin salads (LOL)/ Otherwise, I don't concern myself with these fag losers/ My flow makes niggas relapse like past abusers/ The MC mover, mic acts as a ruger/ Put one in their head to take em out the game i'm the ruler/ Makin em blind this time, I stay on my grind/ Machine guns are rhymes I got more than TI in his prime/ The champ, the belt is every verse I spit/ It's a lyrical hearse submerged in these words and shit/ The first to grip, so when I fire the shit I rip/ You better duck, cuz I will fuckin flip you bitch.../ As for the top, I ain't just arriving b/ This niggas are bunch of talentless clowns like ICP/ Riding me, trying to get to the Ivy League/ When they're stuck in the special ed like 'hi re re'/ And Criminal Thoughts don't want it, the nigga's been dead/ I dread that he's gonna try and make a diss thread/ But he ain't got shit to give except head/ And he can save that for his brother or mother he's misled/ The product of degenerate limited death is eminent/ His head don't have thoughts and if it does they're all tentative/ Fuck all of your sentiments, lyrical death is intended bitch, die motherfucker if there was beef I just ended it... And I promise to be the best, the best I feel I am and really I must confess, issues to address, never feelin depressed, head to the sky when i'm layin down I just rest, and yes...i'm the lyrical second comin, armageddon to mcs I see you niggas runnin, prepare to get done in, ready to send a message, finger on the detonator blastin myself to heaven (heaven...), and I ain't talkin 7/11s, i'm talkin bout blacken out on the track, death is embedded, so everytime you listen you're feelin the disposition a nigga stuck on a mission you faggots might as well give in.... Last edited by TheMadWriter; 07-26-2009 at 05:23 AM.

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07-26-2009, 07:35 PM	#2
CriminalThoughtz Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: miami florida Posts: 294 Repped: 51 Repped 31 Times in 27 Posts Neg Reps: 1 Neg Repped at 9 Times in 9 Posts	nice shit...i give you that...but if u really want it just drop your 16, otherwise stop wastin my time..."now get at me winner".lolol

07-27-2009, 05:03 PM	#3
CriminalThoughtz Join Date: Jul 2009 Location: miami florida Posts: 294 Repped: 51 Repped 31 Times in 27 Posts Neg Reps: 1 Neg Repped at 9 Times in 9 Posts	is easy to talk but damn is so hard to back it up....still waitin'...tick...tick....tick...tick.....:gunsmili e: