[Hosts Commentary: Vents]
Ninteen-ninty-nine. Cla**ic, cla**ic, cla**ic sh** off the Rock Da City Comp by Dedlee. "32 Lines" remade by Suffa. Let's go!
[Ad-Libs: Suffa]
Much respect, Dedlee. These MCs think they're tall, man. They're just standing on your shoulders. Dummies
[Verse: Suffa]
[?] thirty-two lines
[?] servitude
For those who [?] standby, man my
Rhymes can separate heads from spines like they're tan lines
I don't settle for second best like [?]
So don't meddle in my life like you're settlers from England
They came [?] not my torso, more so
It's not a k**er floor show, it's a k**ing floor, bro
When I'm about to battle [?] with no gravel, that'll
Have all the veins popping out of my neck like an Adam's apple
No [?] like the abominable snowman
The eyes [?] shut [?]
Listen man, [?] discipline
I master [?] precision when
I used to [?]
[?] vanguard
[?] wait around
[?] harness the darkness and started to break new ground
But buyer beware [?] out there
The era when entering [?] anything
But if it's there with the G.E. [?] be the
[?], believe me
Remember when [?]
[?]
[?]
"[?]"
Now [?] acapella battle style
But they know that their talents are far from my clans calibre
It's not a matter of hip-hop trends
We was spit box friends, it's not if but when
[?] retired so we'll say it for him
"[?] play it again"
[Hosts Commentary/Segue: Vents]
All that scratching is making me...