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Co-Sign (Produced By DJ Swifty)
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Infinite Skillz/C. Swift
B.A.S.E. Inc Music
War Lab World Premier Wednesdays
Thu Sep 04, 2008
HipHop : Hip Hop General
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» highest in charts:   # 738   (1,487,888 songs currently listed in HipHop)
» highest in sub-genre:   # 392   (829,743 songs currently listed in HipHop > Hip Hop General)
About the song
Originally released on July 30, 2008 for www.warlab.com's World Premier Wednesday series.
Lyrics
Hook
Even my haters co-sign it. Tell me I aint shining.
My future's bright cuz I keep it so tight.
Co-Sign it.
Verse 1
I saw a hater on my way to a place I call my office.
He said "I can't lie, Headband Game is awesome."
I said, "Thank you hater and continued on my journey.
But as soon as I turned, that bamma tried to burn me
With a half-smoked blunt but I dodged and surprised him.
Hit him with a hook left him blinded and writhing.
-It's kind of hard to be my hater these days.
I mean at this point, what really can they say.
I moved units on the East coast, West, and South.
My folks in the Midwest know what N.O.I.S.E. is bout.
No passport. Still got fans in Netherlands.
Got a baby face but I am a mic veteran
Some say I'm old but I'm as strong as I ever been.
While yall making songs that belong in Neverland.
I'm like Jerry Lewis cuz I stay working with hot lines.
Couldn't stop my movement if you paid them to drop mines.
Verse 2
When I quit rap, Bush'll admit he lied and
Make a sex tape with Osama bin Laden.
No throne but it's known that I'ma die nasty
Only in your mind's eye will you fly past me.
Got flows all day cuz I write all night.
Most of them are the type to make your left arm tight.
I aint the lone star but I do have a stake in this.
My job is to make tracks sizzle like bacon in
The skillet. Make you fill it when you peel off all the shrink-wrap.
And think back, to the age of the Brinks rap.
Golden. Holding mics far from frozen.
Swifty brings the heat you count by the dozens.
We show them, high quality Hip Hop.
Yall sound like the Perils of Penelope Pitstop.
Terrible. Comparable to something Titanic.
The gap between us couldn't be more gigantic.
Bridge
On my VA ish even though I live in Florida.
Every time I spit a bar, yall sound like Borat does.
VERY NICE. I LIKE.
HOW MUCH? ALRIGHT!
I got a flow for every dojo from Kyoto out to Provo
Got me switching up my chickens like I'm living Tony Romo's
Life kid, I get lucky like Jesus rolling dice is.
Talent level scary like an angry poltergeist is.