The Diss to blackstreet

Black under attack like iraq but it aint even on the map
stop the crap, biologically bomb on target, hope ya got ya stop sars kit
banned from the free market, blackwallstreet gonna die, trade restrictions apply
so trading verses aint gon fly, should go to subway to lose ya weight
the 'fat mic controller', how many bk's you ate? the hood reporter stay on replays
ya style just decays, lookin nerdy in ya tight ck's, 'pulls cards' he says im a fake bow wonna be nigga the verese i spit proves im a winner^^^^
closest you get to a tight lines ya waist, spittin like you addicted to freebase
results i coulda predicted, why dont you spit pre-written or rhymes thats bitten
then you might attack and stop bein smitten and shy, ya bout to see a grown man cry
shown up, im invadin ya territory,  i am sendin your fake raps to the black street pavd a writen all of ther concret sendin<<lol
cos im ready with my weaponry, take no prisoners, mercy is secondary
have you filed by my secretary, case closed, fake flows fall at first base
so ima ball first rate, and for old times sake, my compound rhymes cause harm
and stick with emcees like the carbon on their arm, now i read a psalm
your last rites, cos this emcee diein so fast he aint gonna last the night

......black is gone what<<<<<<

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