Foreign Banguage pt. 1 Lyrics

When I come up out my dressing room I'm col' damaging

Roll up in the ring like Arn and Ole Anderson

Finger to the crowd pushing the fuckin cameramen

Real Hip Hopper, show you proper mic handling

Smash any artist whenever I rock mine

Your carcass will end up on rotten.com

Niggas be like damn he got hit by a car

Nah, Side hit his ass with sixteen bars

Same outcome, never hesitant to represent

Each line I wrote is more potent than its precedent

I got so much shit to spit that's dope

That a fuckin goiter is growing in the front of my throat

I write rhymes in squalor

You could weld and solder

Still couldn't build lines like mines so why bother

It'll take years of grueling schooling and MC dueling

Before you're sharp enough to cut this beef that you're fueling

I paint verbal pictures to the slightest detailing

I should hang it on a wall, guard it off with a railing

Soak and wet flows for b-boys and b-girls

it's like you're sitting in the fuckin front row at Sea World

Nigga what

Foreign Banguage

Foreign Banguage

My display-ment is different from your average entertainment

They said describe Side, you said I can't explain it

I gladly, spit flows to make you feel badly

Like a chick with 8 kids by 4 different daddies

That shits just ridiculous, what you spittin weeble?

My flows alot harder, sharper than knitting needles

I crochet words into gorgeous fat jams

While your shits soft as blankets, quilts and afghans

Yo learn this, I keep shit hot like a Thermos

Spit so much heat that you can turn off the furnace

And rub your hands together in front of this warm fellow

Fuck it break out sticks start roasting marshmallows

Campfire flow , that's what the bul spit out

Smokey the Bear will be like, yo cut that shit out!

I didn't like you then and I don't like you now

All my rhymes are freestyles dog, I just write them down

Why waste 20 bars, 24 or 30

On some bullshit rapper who ain't even worthy

Lyrics of Fury inspires me to bury jerks

In a hurry with one of my greatest literary works

Nigga what

Foreign Banguage

Foreign Banguage

I pick up a pen, put real skills on the pad

It's like having to take a shit real real bad

Page of rage, Streetfighter flava, shoryuken

I pack bars with caramel flow and mad nougat

I'm Hip Hop on some Prince shit I'm insatiable

Tryna fuck with me lyrically but you're not capable

The only girl I ever seen you with was inflatable

You claiming you the best dog, even that's debatable

You wanna bring it I respond to any diss

My flow is too massive to fit on a mini disk

It can't be compressed to mp3 format

It's war rap, spill it nah nigga I pour that

Completely drenched, I'm rockin this, the mic wrecka

Who's loud and obnoxious like Black kids on Septa

I'm hardcore, styles the you've never seen before

Like a grizzly bear's paw smacked you across the jaw

Wanna hear some live shit I have that here

You might wanna break out the hazmat gear

Fuck ya little album, nigga you messed up

I can't believe you actually had that bullshit pressed up

Nigga what

Foreign Banguage

Foreign Banguage