February 18th, 2008


we drop more mother fuckers than Samuel L. Jackson

y pal lossfound has been working on a brilliant and unprecedented LiveJournal hip-hip album under the moniker Lossfizzle. Upon its completion, it will posted in its entirety here for you to enjoy. As a result of these recordings, he decided to challenge his f-list to a rap battle. In fact, he dissed us all by name.

At the risk of stealing some of his thunder, I'm posting the final mix of my submission to the LJ Rap Battle. I'm sure he'll utilize the vocal elements in a mix of all the submissions he gets, but I spent some time working the rhymes into a song which stands on its own. A lot of the references will be lost on most of you, but I don't think it's a prerequisite for enjoying our jam.

So without further ado, here's soopageek and welfy:

Dissin' on the Fizzle [.mp3, 4mb]

S double O P-A-G 2 E K
Someone wants to battle me like every single day
Respect from all the truckers and bitches in skank skirts
Pimpin' motherfucker from the city of Frankfort
Other MCs know, you try to battle Soopa?
You step off lookin' silly like Lossfound on a Pukka
Or is that Lossfizzle? Son, you think you're clever?
Makin' whack shit and hollerin' "I WIN FOREVER"
Those aren't smoove sex beats, you're only raping heinously
Where'd you get your skillz? The gaping anus penitentiary?

Welfy on the mic, what you gonna do?
Ill shorty flowin' from the 5-0-2
MCs wanna fight, MCs wanna fuss
But I hold the mic and ya'll can hold deez nuts
Lossfizzle wants a battle, but he be getting nervous
A crying little bitch like in Jerry's tree service
You think 'cause I sell candy that I'm some kinda softy?
I'll be up in your shit like creamer in your coffee
I've had it up to here with your hip-hop masturbation fits
Stick to what you know, that dripping, sopping saturation shit

Soopageek and Welfy super duper double whammy
Gettin' over on you like Moons Over My Hammy
You're a sick little puppy out looking for a tea bag
All our rhymes are tight, your shit still needs a defrag
If your rhymes are daylight, then yo, we be nocturnal
All your base belongs to me, bitch I own LiveJournal
When you hear us rappin' - you're gonna blow your wad
You'll say Goddamn! What the fuck? and OH MY GOD!
We're bad-ass, you're a fat ass and whack, son
We drop more mother fuckers than Samuel L. Jackson

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