Hooked up with my boy Solitary and we verbally murdered this %#@! man!

BUH!


Big up to the fans!


Bit up to Edge!

But up to Adle [AddsLaddTV]


Peace and Love.


Ya Boy!

- E-Mence!


[Chorus]


My lyrics and my style don't match what I look-like,
See I'm spitting street but I ain't the hood-type,
I move fast I never peddle tracks like a push-bike,

I break verses and make sure the hooks-tight!
(My lyrics and my style don't match what I look-like)
See I'm spitting street but I ain't the hood-type,

I move fast I never peddle tracks like a push-bike,
I break verses and make sure the hooks-tight!


[Verse 2]

This new-wave-of-emcees,

Are to-plane-and-empty,
I'm not normally violent but you-fakes-can-tempt-me,
To wanna do something sinister, today-to-send-me,

Away to be locked up in a cell at Juvie-and-left-be,
I'll leave you spitters battered-and-bruised,
And not having-a-clue,

Of what happened-to-you,
If you get mad-at-me-dude,
I'll crack open your skull as I'm damaging-through,

So my words sink in your brain as I'm rapping-it-true,
It's E-and-it's-Costa,
When ever we step in the booth you know we're beating-impostors,

If you thinking that we're whack, that you-is-hating,
We're smoother than lubrication,
On the tunes-we're-making,

But all I ever hear these phoney rappers say-in-their-lyrics,
Is how they're dating-the-(*##$es,
And that they're gaining-the-digest,

But when E is on a track you know he's making-it-vicious,
And when he steps in with his lyrics,
He is breaking-the-gimmicks!

Is that understandable?
Man I'm killing tracks cuz I brung-the-maddest-flow,
I gotta eat like a hundred-cannibals,

Underdog that noone-can-handle-bro!
My vocal cords are something you could never-sever,
With a freaked Samari Sword cuz I'm getting-better,

Every single track I'm make, so I'ma let the beat shake,
'Till you turn deaf like Hellan-Keller