Song: Taste Of Revenge
Artists: Original Sinz
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[Verse 1: Spawn]

Sayin we can't rap? we produce classics
our lyrics, burn you like acid, we melt you like plastic
cause even if you were "Earvin Johnson", you wouldn't be considered "Magic"
I make craftic arts, your rap sound like fart, 
we make rhymes that'll pound your hearts, we astound your parts
fags and fakes, we leave you wearin pads for days, 
just cause you mispronounced our name
makin fun of our pics? we rock "kicks" and spit faster then "Sonic's shoes" when he's runnin from "Robotnik"
I got this, laced in my palms as Im erasin your dawn
leave you sleepless, makin you one of my pawns
we don't live the thug-life but this battle we're winnin
cause we stay Original and always Sinnin
so let me wind up my finish, your whole life is diminished
post your rhymes on the site and lets see you flow for a minute
nothin but shit talkers, we rip and pick your pockets, fags tryin to boss us
but we stay evil like Collosus, just watch us
"We'll knock you up in KTM" {Namwang}
Fuck that bull-shit, face us rhyme for rhyme, line for line
callin us fake thugs, yeah I bet you finished a lot of crimes
punish you alot of times, "Big" fines rack up from the "Puns" I use
misuse you like tissues, wrap up all your issues,
lock you in my basement, sure no one will miss you
threats from miles away, your tries are gay
we'll kick your ass if you try to fly our way
you fools better swerve the road, cause our gats'll lick you like toads
cut off all your throats
What's beef? It's old like coughs, I'm "bold" like "fonts"
This is Spawn, ya'll can call me the Lyrical Don

[Verse 2: The X]

Everywhere I go, you go
I know, all you want to do is copy my flow
when you fuck with me, you gonna know that I ain't for show
although you bitches been pushin it too far, messin with a nepstar
put out a cigar, be ready for a double barrel, you fags can't stomach a christmas carol
Fags like Kash and Nawang, toke the weed to act like the real thing
vomit after a sip of gin, they be dissin sinz, come again
I suggest you put a halt in all this contradicting cause Im predicting that you'll get an ass-kicking cause we're conflicting
so dont worry, you aint the only one thats convicting
look here, we all be Nepali
we should be chillin with each other, treatin each others like brothers
but you motherfuckers started the war
We be bustin thru the door with a bullet-proof vest
aimin the gat, puttin your life to rest
its for the the best, 
Gangsta and moutain boy you guys only annoy 
that way i'm gonna really enjoy to destroy you
and see your bodys rotting, under my feet
you motherfuckers better retreat or your gonna meet the heat of my buckshots
Are you gonna stop?
your gonna get POP POP POPPED and dropped
still saying that we got no harmony, all you motherfuckers need is therapy...
Spawn maybe the lyrical Don but the X is the motherfuckin X-Con

[Verse 3: DJ AJ]

AJ, and Im the lyrical master
the catastrophe that you asked for
Im like Kadafi, causin rapture
get past y'all, to beat me is impossible
startin beef? we bring more "Heat" then "Miami"
our lyrics leave you sttuterin, make you wear panties
we'll rip you cats to shreds like unbred dogs
y'all probably look like hogs talkin bull-shit talk
Im full clipped, rude and equipped when I pull clips
cars and all, fly like those "Orioles" in "Baltimore"
lyrical punches just left you outsmarted
just like Nas and Jungle, we "bravehearted"
fakers and fags, we dismatle em
faggot Kash thinks that we can't handle him
sayin we can't rap, pokin us with his bullcrap
sayin we frontin and wack, you probably learnin to rap
we're burnin you, keyboard's on fire as I type this
I'll take the "fight" outta you and leave you "fightless"
I'll 'egnite' this like "engines", burnin you down with a vegenace, we're the answer to all your questions
Hater can hate, we'll keep on bringing our songs
never thinkin once or twice about the rights and the wrongs
now all you faggot-hoes think that you can mess with the Sinz
we'll break your neck like good ol' matches, its where the fun begins
even though we're solid, weak is what you're yellin
but I aint no mugger, I dont do drug sellin
I got the power in my words like a big sonic boom
Online battle rules to the shit that I use
when I strike up the force and send you on a collision course
and get enough energy to turn this into a bloodsport
rhymes are complex, that shows y'all my intelect, like a horse and a car, you rap with no context
melodies hypnotise you like a snake-charmer
with the potential truth that we're rap's Nirvana
I can be more hazardous then a joint of Marajuana
my personas aint filed and y'all are pre-moddanos
know what Im sayin? I aint gonna be a victim
critisized and hated by the lies of your system
I speak the truth you better know what AJ's bringin to ya
still I never show the hatred in my eyes....


[Verse 4: A V I]

YOU haters are fueled up with tons of jealousy inside
burnin up with envy, you don't want our group to rise
think we'll fall one day? That'll be a surprise
the day we fall is the day we see a blue sun rise
Unlike you haters we dont live a bunch of lies
you bossom cows are hairy, tryin comin from a place that's scary
you probably live in a farm and harvest lots of cherries
your messin with people from very high places
people will get henchmen to run all thier bases
steal all sorts of gems leavin insignificant traces
wearin black gloves and black masks coverin thier faces
battlin us is a fight, four superheroes of rap
It's like the incredible thor battling without his Ax
haters have something to lack in all of your tracks
here's a fact that we pack a whole bunch of raps so take your crap 
or else we'll overpower you like Shaq
throwing your heavily guarded key, slam you hopefully
after all of you cheat, victory's so sweet when you're in the hot seat

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