Song: Ledgend to my Throne(New Breed Diss) by Monk Da Villain
Album:n/a
Produced By: Boonie Mayfeild
Label:UGS Ent
I love the kids on this site who think they rap better then me. Im putting kids in their place. I dont GIVE A FUCK. who feels what way about whatever. If I gotta say something about you SUCKING then get the hell outta my face before I tell you what you dont want to hear. Plain and simple. If you suck you suck. Dont try harder just quit. Too many people are trying soo damn hard to rap and you fags are starting to piss me off. Told you merc. Everything from 1/1/09 and on. Was built for fire.
i got id for the leigen of doom/ no door knob hop in leadin the room/ i be leavin it soon/ no strapped mummy wraps so i got you flamin when i breathe in yah tomb/ im the seed in yah womb/ causing pain to disturb yah/ move quicker then gang bangs that flame with inertia/ sweating with the heat/ im a weapon to the beat/now im on the TV/ with a swag you never seen/ with mass mobility/ and a mind of immortality/ your favorite actors rapper who shatters the weak analogies/ who moves scenes/ green with a keen like sauske/ built like kakashi/ to sharigan your posse/ ripples to your crippels just to save time/ dismissal to the wistle with the ripples to yah wave lines/ you need me man you can wistle to the great vine/ the king to my title best believe it ima claim mine/
[Hook]
the king to my throne/ we would never get along/ you the fakest on a song/ we aint afilliates at all/ new breed ima call it a record label/ i can tell yah fake cause yah records fable/
you know you'll run that back/ im the illest on the track/ you swear you feeling that cause/ yah favorite art is wack/ new breed ima call it a record label/ i can tell yah fake cause yah records fable/
[verse 2]
you couldnt surpass me even with a head start/ face it you would never be a artist/ your garbage/ im the heart of this city Ive carried it on the map/ so my necks about to snap from carryin it on my back/ never looking back/ got my militant eyes/ blackhouse wise/ new breed ignorant guys/ i love it how they claim blackhouse is wack/ but if i recall new breed never written a track/ you got a reject and a dude who needs a seasection/ forehead big split it to 3 sections/ 3 seconds guess then im poppin off/ new breed sweet looking so cotton soft/you cant knock me off/ im stuck to this pedastool its kool but its manotany yall/ stay in yah cell block like its manopoly dog/ pull a mike vick get you sick off oxygen dog//
[Hook]
the king to my throne/ we would never get along/ you the fakest on a song/ we aint afilliates at all/ new breed ima call it a record label/ i can tell yah fake cause yah records fable/
you know you'll run that back/ im the illest on the track/ you swear you feeling that cause/ yah favorite art is wack/ new breed ima call it a record label/ i can tell yah fake cause yah records fable/