Correction Paroles What I Can Say (Az Izz Diss) par Knox Hill

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*Knox Hill coughs*
All right, I'm gonna do this once
(Ooh)

Sit down, sit down
You're a possum possible like the clown
Spit rounds, get bound
Should've stayed dead motherf**ker
Hit you in the head with this lead motherf**ker
Pen spreads, get spread
You toast, get your bread
Get fed you spazzy meds get edged
Acting like you gon' put Em' in a box
When really you can't even get your hook right
Fishy rapper get your hook's line
Should've booked time, now you hook mine
Cause you shook, you crookеd ain't not?
Az Izz, that's as if
Your ad-libs don't add sh*t
Your name's backwards
Your raps is a**
I hit the tracks like it's gym cla**
You'vе been mad so you tap into that black and white
But I'm playing chess, that's Stevie Knight, whose game's the best
On that cypher verse I played the sets
But some played the king, and they weren't impressed
So, I'm back in this booth with a painted a**
Shout-out to Gatsb7, love you dude
It's time to eat, come and cut the food
Shout-out to all my dudes on the inside
For this Az Izz is an outsider like an outlier
Come on Aubrey man your clout's dying
If you 'bout fire, let's see the smoke
Newark natives can't see a signal
I'm an east coast and you can't see me, simple
Smoke your Dutch I'm that New York like you ain't new
Your old cruise gone like Luca on a new song
But you fools chew on that unicorn
Drunken p*ssy ain't right your back
Can't put your name on that starter cap, hi Stan (Hi)
Never really had it with a bada** going at him
But you average had a header with his cabbage looking at it
You attack him with the Magnum, but the fact is that you like him
And your issue is well past the day that it was due you fool
Put you in the toilet over there with Ja Rule
Pay attention meathead, you're saying the same sh*t that he said, that she said
That's pretext that he read, now he read hold my shack sh*t, now he dead
We gave you that chance, gave you that shout-out
Like come on everybody just dance
Got a stain up on your pants, now you p*ssed huh?
What, it took twelve years out for the insult?
What the f**k you been doing on lines?
You ain't tough even moving online
Now you stuck, you been glued to the time
You ain't on trend, you ain't even on time
Acting like you've got a militant mind
Okay be the corporal, I'm the lieutenant
You're so dumb, you don't get that reference
Here's my rhyme book illiterate
Next time you're ill let me iterate
You ain't killing sh*t, you ain't real as this
You see, the difference is between you and Em', his fans exist
Who drops a diss with the comments off?
Here you go hard but your condom's soft
The only way you beat Em' is with the condom on
That's down and dirty, I'm playing it simple
Your mind is f**ked, I raped your temple

Ey he ain't even gotta kill you
His fans will do it for you
R.I.P. to a career that ended a long time ago
Nasty Knox
Hey Gatsb7, I'm sorry for taking your beat homie
You know I got you
Shout-out to Mark Goble's man
I'm out

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