Songtexte Pun's Rhymebook - Floe

A killer Mc
Killing Mcs
Been on a killing spree
My rhymebook looking like a killing scene
I severed several heads with this guillotine
Killing teams
You wanna battle set a fee
I deliver thee pride
To a place where B-I-G and P-A-C reside
Colliding with I is ill-advised
I'm ill as Nas at 19
Keep ya eyes on these guys
When you rise they try to spite me
But they can't slow me down slightly
When you winning I know that they dread that like hyphy
I'm something different
This sorta distance is like Usain versus anybody
I steady body, everybody excluding no one
Anyone can catch this flamethrower
I won't stop until it's game over
When the odds against you
Stay sharp as ginsu
Check my credentials
Stay ten toes
You seen the things I've seen you would've been fold
Like I found a page or three
From the rhymebook of Christopher Reeves, Rip
One of the coldest ever grace a beat
I spend days and weeks
Just trynna compete with me
'Cause ain't nobody coming close
I'm motivated by ghosts
This industry is full of cons but all you hear is the pros
I guess that's how it goes

Imma big stepper
Nobody can do this better
We heard ya album but my shit better
My punchlines known to chin check em
I know some niggaz on the corner
Making plays like they name was Beckham
It's funny how they think they competition
They be taking all these shots
All we seeing is a lot of missing