Khaleo - "Don't Fu$k Up Our Beats" Contest Beat #2 - On N Poppin'

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(ps3 g/t: Fuzzfro007)
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All you RADIO ACTS, put on ya HAZMATS,
I blast back with a well timed attack like a laugh track
Speakin' of that, I lay it down like a welcome mat
And roll it up when i move out, (bounce) I aint comin' back/

Black Jack, whip his ass with a gat strap
Attached to hat rack and feed 'em to a rat pack
You claim ya hungry, gobble gobble cold turkey
I make a chickenhead wobble wobble while she jerk me/

Blow ya brains out, expand ya mind like Big Bang
Listen closely, I'll give you five like Rick James
Miss Thang, I must say ya musty in ya Mustang
Talk about ya ass cuz ya always leavin butt stains/

On the couch, in the rain, even when we ran that train
Best believe I'll make it ugly for you if you get to fame
- Try to get ahead I'll discredit you, put to shame
Write a little libel, till ya suuuue me like Wu Tang/

Fuck it, you cowards are yellow as mustard
KICKED the bucket once I'm still joggin' round jugglin'!
Won't let it touch the ground till I'm "down for the Count"
Like I got Dracula's back(!), no sound but a shufflin'/

Then a muffled tusslin', you found in the hole
That we dug in.. two rounds in ya skull from the dumpin'
You clowns just mull around frontin' and stuntin' wit nothin'
Yo momma's ugly, nigga, what then!?/

The name's Khaleo, don't ever forget -
I write my own rhymes, and I'll murder yer shit!
Like I got a Dragunov aimed square at Mr. Hankey
I'm six feet tall; buck sixty, quite lanky/

I'll yank ya dancin' legs off if ya start cranking
All you punk ass wack emcees should stop faking
I speed down a residential street witout braking
I fiend to deliver convective heat witout baking/

Stiffarm you into a seizure, so I can see what's shaking//


[33 bars...PEACE!]

- Khaleo

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[kanislu]

yo hit me up in the A, lets do some spittin. nice verse. so check me out.

[cyzyckimusic]

this ish is pretty dope son