Post by Young Tru on May 31, 2004 2:29:18 GMT -5
Title: To My Critics
Album: To My Critics
Artist: YoungTru
Label: Immortal Dynasty Inc. (2004)
For all the motherfuckers who keep on hating on me, in the clubs, on the block, all you hatin cats everywhere
This is for you
A lyrical Phenom has awoken, so real words are being spoken/
Serving lyrics that are smokin, rival emcee's get broken/
and buried under my massive vocabulary/
no pen and pad neccessary, I'll freestyle your obituary/
Cause my flows have been known to intoxicate, at times intimadate/
And they been known to decapitate, those that wanna player hate/
So guard your neck, cause my street dialect/
can transcend the average intellect, so much you have to give me respect/
So to that I simply reveal, I could give a fuck how you feel/
I stay keepin it real, spittin words posessing the power to heal/
so when they enter your mind,they can work their magic and give sight to the blind/
When will you learn I'm one of a kind,and my cloest competition is 4 steps behind/
But all the bullshit makes my verses come so torrentially,
I have to wear a warning label in front of me/
So fuck speaking redundantly, come at me so you can see/
And I'll dispose of those who think their great,
I'll predict their fate/
without any debate, and stand back and watch their ego's deflate/
As I take their pride, leaving them mortified/
have them pondering suicide, after my lyrical homicide/
And thats for anybody hatin on me, or Immortal Dynasty/
Cause its I.N.C. to the death of me, feel me/
Thta goes for anyone of you haters, see Digital X told me a long time ago, don't hate, elevate, you fuckers need to remember that.
To all my I.N.C. family, one love
Album: To My Critics
Artist: YoungTru
Label: Immortal Dynasty Inc. (2004)
For all the motherfuckers who keep on hating on me, in the clubs, on the block, all you hatin cats everywhere
This is for you
A lyrical Phenom has awoken, so real words are being spoken/
Serving lyrics that are smokin, rival emcee's get broken/
and buried under my massive vocabulary/
no pen and pad neccessary, I'll freestyle your obituary/
Cause my flows have been known to intoxicate, at times intimadate/
And they been known to decapitate, those that wanna player hate/
So guard your neck, cause my street dialect/
can transcend the average intellect, so much you have to give me respect/
So to that I simply reveal, I could give a fuck how you feel/
I stay keepin it real, spittin words posessing the power to heal/
so when they enter your mind,they can work their magic and give sight to the blind/
When will you learn I'm one of a kind,and my cloest competition is 4 steps behind/
But all the bullshit makes my verses come so torrentially,
I have to wear a warning label in front of me/
So fuck speaking redundantly, come at me so you can see/
And I'll dispose of those who think their great,
I'll predict their fate/
without any debate, and stand back and watch their ego's deflate/
As I take their pride, leaving them mortified/
have them pondering suicide, after my lyrical homicide/
And thats for anybody hatin on me, or Immortal Dynasty/
Cause its I.N.C. to the death of me, feel me/
Thta goes for anyone of you haters, see Digital X told me a long time ago, don't hate, elevate, you fuckers need to remember that.
To all my I.N.C. family, one love
