Kanye West spittar mjööög weak versi(ekki misskilja mig er risa kanye fan þetta vers er bara ömurlegt)… Talib kweli kemur og spittar semi versi (Ekki misskilja mig talib kweli er einn af uppáhalds röppurunum mínum)… ég var hættur að hlusta bara chillandi á msn þegar High Noon wordplayið grípur mig og ég fer virkilega að hlusta… Síðan þá hefur þetta verið eitt af uppáhalds versunum mínum… öruglega top 10…
Common droppar semsagt biiiiluuuuuðuuuu versi brjálaðar líkingar… brjálað wordplay… brjálaðar statements… og hvað get ég sagt… hlustið bara og lesið…

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Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smoke
A high filled with dope
Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notes
The real nigga quotes
Real rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is not a
Used soup it still got life, that's why I abuse you who are not thugs
Rock clubs, like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality show
Called Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggaz in you
You'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than you
How could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is dead
I'm here to resurrect me, mosh is to sexy to even make songs like these
That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys
To many featured emcees, who produsers is popular
Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin the
Album, how come, you the hot garbager
The years clear your image and snooped up
Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record need a booster
Chimped up, with a pimp cup, illeaterate nigga
Read the infa, red across your head I'm bread king like Simba
Bolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temper
You dancin for money like honey, I did this my way
So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye
Spittin through wires and fires, emcees retirin
Got yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then