RiGoletto Rockwell - Onslaught Pt. II (Venomous Volley) - Slaughterhouse - Onslaught (Response)

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RiGoletto Rockwell - Onslaught Pt. II (Venomous Volley) - Slaughterhouse - Onslaught (Response)

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TAGS: Slaughterhouse, Royce da 5'9, Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz, Crooked I. Real Hip-Hop. SONG DOWNLOAD - http://tinyurl.com/lbs2ps I heard the beat & was inspired to go in over it. Hope you guys enjoy it. If you feel like hating ask yourself is this song really that bad or am I just being mean to someone pursuing a dream? Get @ me: MIXTAPE IS DONE!!! DOWNLOAD IT HERE! http://tinyurl.com/meptzt Become a fan on FACEBOOK: http://tinyurl.com/llth89 Become a fan on REVERBNATION: http://tinyurl.com/nh43m4 Follow me on TWITTER: http://twitter.com/MrRockwell Add me on MYSPACE: http://myspace.com/rigmicfiend Lyrics: My value is not defined by the length of my chain/ But rather by the muscle vessel known as my brain/ Man fuck a 16/ I dent indents cus not all fonts fit me/ Fuck people I make barrels bleed/ I make mental psychosis tarry see/ Ga head frame me/ Make me mental public enemy #1/ & Ill maim thee/ Im built from the schematics/ Of bomb fragments & broken memories/ I travel back to that angry place again/ So when I spit Im plunged in/ To that time when I had no voice screamin in the pillow/ Word to ma I got this/ I meditate on beats/ While corporations meditate on streets/ Im startin to think/ School is something to be bored with/ All this hoopla over some paper that really aint that important/ We graduate just to get a paper/ Only to work after that to get more paper/ What does it mean?/ I went to school for this amount of time, I graduated & now Im ready to put it on my resume Im/ Not sayin leave school/ If you gon play the game, play to win/ & that diploma is the quarter you have to put in/ Nowadays cats get in the game wit money makin as a mission/ But Im gonna show yall how to give better emissions/ Who am i?/ Im the one who bullies instrumentals/ Im the Space Needle the rest of these cats are Stuart Little/ You want beef?/ Ill spar wit ya/ Disarm you quicker/ Than if ya stuck ya fuckin arm in a wood chipper/ Take a piece of wisdom/ I bang out more tracks/ than Johns do when they have prostitutes layin on they back/ look at the critics try to box me in/ so I lean back, jab harder move smoother/ Im the truth/ The rest of these fucks are urban rumors/ I dont have thoughts I have brain tumors/ I spit with the fury of a hurricane inside a cyclone/ Im inside the eye of a mans whos murdering/ Unbridled RAGE that I use/ To SPIT with an attitude/ A hater is JUST a way for me to GET in a badder mood/ My lyrical aptitude/ Makes me expediently slap you/ With an encyclopedia/ I figure youre mad/ But you have to understand/ I elevated your thoughts like a dumbwaiter thats goin up/ Thank me then/ We only almost 2 minutes in/ & Ive shown yall I can spit just to break wind/ I defy lyrical limits/ I despise the entrance of a mutherfuckin sellout/ Jello is made from horse hooves whats that about?/ I guess they want us to step on our own bodies/ Then they laugh when we dye/ Hyper-tension makes a lot of people victims/ So that means you cant be married with children/ Sit-coms/ Instill lies & then the synd-romes/ In ya head until you missed-all/ The glory in life that God promised you/ You stuck on stupid/ Thinkin life is supposed to vomit on you/ Man Im back in rare form/ The hooded menace/ Totin a sledgehammer built to break hood riches/ Fuck crack I crack beats/ & even if I dont win this track alone proves I flow heat/ & Im sick of these faggots/ down low terrible heterosexual actors/ Getting all the limelight/ thats why my hood blinds my eyesight/ I dont wanna see it/ I rather be knee deep in/ Steeped in/ A verbal sequence/ That frees the mind of a child that depends/ On shit glamorized/ No commercialized rapper can fuck with me/ You dont like that I said it? Oh well tough titty/ Stop talkin about what you gon do on a record/ Cus a recording is just factual proof that you dont have the same methods/ Of manhood as I/ You spend time talkin about how you look fly/ While mothers are handed crisply folded flags as they cry/ WAKE THE FUCK UP!/ Theres nothing more infuriating/ Than a nation of complacent/ Sheep constantly backspacing/ Deleting the words that gave them freedom/ Emancipation Proclamation wasn't for blacks/ It was made/ To save the nation if certain laws weren't made things would be the same/ Yall all bitches, ga head defend ya honor/ & see if I dont drop lyrics like Im the unabomber/ Im Ted Kaczynski/ Skiing on beats until they lift me to another level of MC/ When I spit its sure Im a certainty you dont have to gawk/ While everyone else theyre just ? / ~Rock

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