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Siris - Battle Cat
# 1 - Wu-Tang Corp Contest
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Siris / Beat prod. by Enzo... Shadowville Producti
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Slave To The Game
Sat Mar 24, 2007
HipHop : Hardcore Rap
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Slave To The Game
Sat Mar 24, 2007
HipHop : Hardcore Rap
Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 1289 (1,494,200 songs currently listed in HipHop)
» highest in sub-genre: # 38 (195,622 songs currently listed in HipHop > Hardcore Rap)
» highest in sub-genre: # 38 (195,622 songs currently listed in HipHop > Hardcore Rap)
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You will be mezmorized
As I look through the souls of these men through Anubis eyez
I got you heavily sedated, ear drums dialated, you should be hit wit a ticket for Listenin while intoxicated, thick goblet of burgundy merlot, im the phantom that rappin for the souls of them dead weary ghosts, And im on top of it, each word that I spit like a goblin creepin out of the minds closet and what iz it…Ahhh! Open your third eye and just try to envision me missin, no one to lead this Wu-Corp Militia, I posses the verbal power to strangle beats into submission, yo and no matter what happens I keep spittin and the clock keeps on tickin, ACID PRO screen flickerin, and for those who wana challenge this, please proceed with the utmost caution for you find yourself runnin low on oxygen nailed shut in my sarcophagus coughin, wrapped in black, watch you get to the last verse of this track, thought you was alone in your room now you gettin hit wit muterf***in booby trap
And I can’t believe the nerve of they attitude, who and the f*** would dare to challenge me on this kind of a magnitude, and this is not aggression, so don’t be stressing, its a lesson to these seven other contestants, you do not go against the man in golden head dressings, just the weight of my presence will push a boney chest in, f*** telling a story, Ill just grab the mic and start flexin, im calm cool collected, never vexin, till you disturb the mind that I peacefully rest in, I’ll have your soul arrested, sentenced and locked in eternal detention, you know the drill Siris take no prisoners my objective iz to kill, unravel this track, its me against self back to back, watch my fans scream, strap the beat under my guillotine I’ll cut it clean, im a general in this rap game from what I see, I cant be shakin, defeat your fleet, cover your blank face wit a white sheet, better double check your Luttenant Sun they workin for me now, you got a minute to bow down, don’t waste it thinking about how you drown, obviously im too verbally challenging, when im at war I gets no sleep, cause I was raised like that, death before dishonor the livin saga of a battle cat,
As I look through the souls of these men through Anubis eyez
I got you heavily sedated, ear drums dialated, you should be hit wit a ticket for Listenin while intoxicated, thick goblet of burgundy merlot, im the phantom that rappin for the souls of them dead weary ghosts, And im on top of it, each word that I spit like a goblin creepin out of the minds closet and what iz it…Ahhh! Open your third eye and just try to envision me missin, no one to lead this Wu-Corp Militia, I posses the verbal power to strangle beats into submission, yo and no matter what happens I keep spittin and the clock keeps on tickin, ACID PRO screen flickerin, and for those who wana challenge this, please proceed with the utmost caution for you find yourself runnin low on oxygen nailed shut in my sarcophagus coughin, wrapped in black, watch you get to the last verse of this track, thought you was alone in your room now you gettin hit wit muterf***in booby trap
And I can’t believe the nerve of they attitude, who and the f*** would dare to challenge me on this kind of a magnitude, and this is not aggression, so don’t be stressing, its a lesson to these seven other contestants, you do not go against the man in golden head dressings, just the weight of my presence will push a boney chest in, f*** telling a story, Ill just grab the mic and start flexin, im calm cool collected, never vexin, till you disturb the mind that I peacefully rest in, I’ll have your soul arrested, sentenced and locked in eternal detention, you know the drill Siris take no prisoners my objective iz to kill, unravel this track, its me against self back to back, watch my fans scream, strap the beat under my guillotine I’ll cut it clean, im a general in this rap game from what I see, I cant be shakin, defeat your fleet, cover your blank face wit a white sheet, better double check your Luttenant Sun they workin for me now, you got a minute to bow down, don’t waste it thinking about how you drown, obviously im too verbally challenging, when im at war I gets no sleep, cause I was raised like that, death before dishonor the livin saga of a battle cat,

