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"Wylin Out (Audio)"
A B. Rose and XPERIENCE Collaboration


  XPERIENCE:




I am the best yes there aint nothing greater
killing with the lyrics
you can call me the exterminator
these bitches salty
keep em sour like a now and later
like an entertainer
imma stop and wave to all the haters
hii!!!
now x about to rip the mic
my lyrics are the fire
and my flow .. that be the dynamite
boom.. guess who stepped in the room
sweeping up the game
like a lyrical monsoon
i makin moves
like butter im so smooth
a cocky chick get on the mic
and now they confused
damn what the fuck did i do
my swagga hit the track
now they coming out they shoes

uhhh,i gave u just wat u wanted
i know i got wat u need
its true i make it happen
call it lyrical prestige
you know X be up on it
so all you lames please take heed
haters will be believers
all the blind now see

16, thats what i breathe
we spitting 24 like we so damn obscene
to hip hop , we already got the key
keep making the hits cuz
we some real emcees



  B. Rose:

You know its 3rd Charm to the defecit.
And i aint here to receive no defecit.
You know what im into
Banana Split you.
Yes lyrical, with a schizophrenic mental.
My cerebral needs a stray jacket.
Cause thoughts attack
Like a wolverine that rabid.
No you dont get it but it really dont matter.
Over ya head like im the illest batter.
Grand slam like a Dennys platter.
Feel you up in one bite
No desert after.
I give heaping helpings of the truth.
But you throw it up
Like there liquor in ya food.
We paint with the pen you can't handle it.
You lightweight, we intoxicate the canvas.
Youll only get inebriated.
And hangovers mean you cant shake it.
Just face it, you gots no flow or swag.
You aimed for 3rd and ended up dead last.
And Jayden said please dont battle dad.
He'll make you want to put yourself
In your own body bag.
No needs for guns but I can still buss.
I got nuts and allow my pen to erupt.
X I think we gave them enough.
Now thats how you wylin on em yup.
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Date Submitted: Apr 29, 2009 (12:04 AM)
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  big josh
06/13/09 (09:14 PM) 
y'all mothafuckas is a trip man for real, his shit was straight fiya

  ButterflyDream
05/01/09 (05:34 PM) 
This was hot!Im so feeling it,from the lyrics to the beat it was so on point:)

  Μz Ρ...
04/30/09 (06:51 PM) 
Heavy loving it bring some more hits nah! You too are brilliant together ..xxx

  Poetic Lyricis...
04/30/09 (02:08 PM) 
You two go together like peanutbutter and jelly-----I really enjoy ya'll callabos with the vocals--this is hot fo sure---Ya'll got my dime

  CinCity
04/30/09 (09:21 AM) 
YO.. X!!! I luv ur freakin flow and u so smooth with it its freakin bananas! and B my neezy i just love ur lyrical aura...3rd charm is unstoppable! Hotness! Yo B u stooopid for the end! LMAO! soo ummm when the mixtape coming out? huh? huh?

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