Oscar Biggs - Skilled to the Teeth

I come through with raw lyrics to blast
You’ll get smashed you half ass rappers better dash fast
I’m the Emcee you better run from
Rhymes is shockin’ so much you’d think the mic was a stun gun
I write poems everyday like a ritual it’s spiritual
And a way to stay lyrical incredible
The way I get a crowd hysterical a miracle
I’m that muthafuckin’ emcee that’s invincible
You won’t remain intact with yo wack tricks and tactics
Fast quick Kodak this techniques you lack this
Steppin’ to me y'ain’t gone get jack shit
Rat snitch fat bitch you’ll get yo ass kicked
You would’nt do nothing if I decided to hunt you down
Swallowin’ a bottle of Viagra you still could’nt fuck around
I’m a sneaky villain I’ll do what it takes to win
I’d break a bottle of gin on yo punk ass chin
Gangsta persona death before dishoner
I know alcoholics that’d stab you for coronas
Y’all ready know Oscars pedigree
I make moves that the referees could never see
I’ma always represent what I believe in and try achivin’
My goals while I’m still mutha fuckin’ breathin’
My rap style’s Ill my rhymes is getting heard and
The word is wack emcees I’m fuckin’ hurtin
I jam punks like my name was Julius Irving
I got a live crew lurkin’ for feuds to burst and
You’ll never catch Oscar Biggs rockin’ with snitches
I treat guns like sluts I be cockin’ them bitches
I keep it raw I’m ready for war If you see my sword
That spells death like a devil on a Ouija board
Peep the force of course yo sometimes I floss
My punchlines is like grenades that I love to toss
I’d keep it real in defeat but I never got beat
I’m lyrical OG and I’m skilled to the teeth
Emcees nowadays be fools in the head
Muthafucka’s just ain’t the sharpest tools in the shed
Better not start shit you gone regret kid
Beefin’ with me’s like pissin’ against the wind yo you gon’ get wetted
If you’se a phony emcee you’se a bitch and I hate your gutts
You’se a blowjob to rap I’ma make you suck
Fuckin’ with O shits gone get painful as fuck
Like getting kicked twice by a giant that aimed for your nutts
I always spit the raw shit regardless my bars get
Funky like the smell of some muthafuckin’ armpits
I’m all this and all that with the raw raps
You better fall back before you get yo fuckin’ jaw snapped
I keep it heated on the beats or the streets
If talent was sugar then my shit’d be sweet
I got connections from over here to Albuquerque
Emcees that step to me’ll get sliced like a piece of turkey
Y’all can’t get with this lyricist better be dippin’ the premesis
They say milk’s good for your teeth like when you stick to your bizness is
The wickedest bastard’s back Kickin’ a Master Rap
Matter fact capture that my names On The Map

Written by:
Guillaume Richards

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