back at it again (tupacquiao diss)
• Written by Masta-Ambassador
my test times ya i brawl with rad tracks
i'm the best rhymer in all of rappad
a monster on the mic, you want to be as nice
this jerk clown want's a third round to burn out
never earned clout career should turn routes
to not diss ambassador i'm the rad ravager
he can't step to others of that caliber
claims he kicks ass all he kicks is wack ass verses
the flick drags calling for my track that's perfect
my cut's sick deep punching now he's baking in hell
i'm six feet above him now just making it twelve
in this beef i smash to pieces your last releases
cook up masterpieces that blast the beat and
end foul careers you send out of fear
how can you hope of beating me when you flow offbeat
even a weak emcee then knows whats peak
when seeing you rap smearing your crap
peers then knew that you aren't tupac
you've been afraid so you blown back
remember i renegade on your own track
i'm shutting down through the crying fog
this conflict is like putting down dying dogs
i'm peering through your eyes, here through with lies
beefing with me is career suicide
masta's slick and wins helps control
tupacquiao who's digging himself a hole
making his head split break him like bread sticks
blazing this next prick who's faking for less shit
i bring the heat and dismantle this weakened example
of wackness who's known for cheating in battles
don't claim you're the best when you can't back it up
a man who can't rap for much now i'll wrap it up
tupacquiao is a fraudulent feminine phony fake
i'm thoughtful and you level one i'm the final boss
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Masta-Ambassador
Member since December 20 2017