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Member Since: 8/29/2006
Band Website: WWW.HOODX.COM
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FLAWLESS GOT SHITTED ON!!!
K-Blao-No Disrespect (Flawless Diss)
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No disrespect,
I could break Flaw's neck quicker than most nixxas can light a fucking cigarette./
Look the judge in the eye and say I don't regret it./
Pathetic flows got me sleepy like an anesthetic./
I clap nixxas for free cause they ain't got the credit./
In case it get off wax and turn pandemic./
I know you wanna act like u cant get it./
Until you turn around and you find your camp missing./
I can diss u in so many ways./
I can diss this motherfucker for days./
I could talk about Freestyle Friday and BET./
Or I could talk about Myspace and burnt CD's./
Or how you was supposed to blow but even cant see me./
Or how it's cash on the table but u scared of the cheese./
You been on the same shit since 2003./
So now it's back to the drive thru waiting on me./
I'm gon drive by in a black 83./
We can face off till i put ya face on the street./
We can beef till the bones start to rip through the meat./
Ya crew jump in and get 45 deep./
I put 45 bullets through 45 jeeps./
I don't care if it got 4 or 5 seats./
Nixxas get quiet when my 45 speaks./
Ya body don't get found for like 4 to 5 weeks./
I eat beef like quarter pound cheese./
Show up and the funeral and let a round squeeze./
My nixxas is goons, yall rap but sound weak./
Blao so cold I can make sound freeze./
Real Talk couldn't get no play./
Then his ass couldn't sell it so he gave it away./
Why wait when I could clap him today?/
Shotgun pellets rip him into shreds like a paper mache./
My nixxas goons. Yall a bunch of rappers./
I'm a director. Yall a bunch of actors./
But in a second I'm a get this shit crackin/
like a can of clam chowder, and I ain't talking bout Manhattan./
I breathe and spit fire like a Black Dragon./
This nixxa shit in his pants. (That is not saggin)./
Real talk could have been called: "Lame Bragging"./
Who made it? I dunno. Some lame naggin./
Bout how he can't get a deal and how he hate trapping./
How he's approaching the labels but they can't back him./
Honestly Paulie, it made me kinda wanna wack him./
The gun broke cause I kept on smacking him./
It went off and then I clapped him on accident./
I did the shit so easy like laxatives./
We put him in the trunk and start stabbing him./
But his CDs was protecting his abdomen./
Hit I95 and start trafficking./
Over to Broad St. and gave him to the Africans./
I don't play fair, bitch. I play to win./
Now keep talking I'm a let a clip spray again./
You got 2 weeks to get your shit right,/
or I'm a put you outta business just like Skippy Whites./
Murder Death Kill.
I ain't gotta set it off I got my nixxas for that./
Cause I'll cut his hands off while he's writing his raps./
So when he throw up gang signs and be trying to clap./
I can put it on YouTube and sell it like Crack!/
Nixxas know I'm a crack cooking ass nixxa./
You E.T. in the face looking ass nixxa./
Road Runner (beep beep) face looking ass nixxa./
I slow that down and beat the brakes off nixxas./
And I ain't trying to get all caught in the hype./
Talking bout "We finna fight when we see you tonight."/
Naw, I'm chilling with a preacher. Cause when I send u to Christ,/
I'm a have to be the one to have to pay that price./
Drop me off at the corner cause I go too far./
How you got a CD, but you ain't got no car?/
Look, my CD leaked it's on 23 streets./
I kicked him in his ass and he grew 3 feet./
He only think I'm fair, till i poke him in his ear./
You only in the streets when you smoking on a square./
Provoking me to dare is like joking with a bear./
I throw him on a chair, then throw him in the air./
SLOW DOWN SON, YA KILLING HIM.
Damn right, I'm killing him./
Fuck all that hip hop shit and ice grilling him./
I catch him on the block, I'm a dead him on the spot./
And cut his hands off then give em to the cops like.../
Try and solve this. I got revolvers./
Rob or Flawless I rob him flawless./
Ya raps got problems when you're jawless./
Gun still smoking I reload the cartridge./
Real talk , real soft, you ain't pissing me off./
Dissing me is like dissing your boss./
You still lost, sucker./
And don't think I don't know where you work./
Cause I'll show up at five and put four in your shirt./
You a bitch. You belong in a bra and a skirt./
Next time network. I'm a fucking expert.
K-Blao is the man with the Golden Swisher.
BRUTALITY
Influences: SNOOP, CANIBUS, MOBB DEEP, DAVE CHAPELLE, MAKAVELI, NOTORIOUS BIG, AND JAY-Z. CAN'T FORGET D-BLOCK
Sounds Like: HOODX
Type of Label: None
