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Hot song done up by Higher Rhymes and G CLEFFFIZZLE bitatches.. enjoy. produced by 2Toxic
hiphop rap beats instrumentals thegclef
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putting the music back in rap music baby!
Whatup this is G clef representin the Trip Family w/ higher rhymes, this is music that represents us, not music that imitates others, so appreciate the originality (as well as the self produced beats!) TO BUY: whenever a purchase is made i will send you an email from where we can complete our transaction through paypal. even if you do not have an account click on the link the email provides you and it has a payment method for those without a paypal account. after i recieve the fund i will send you the beat through email or aim and if you want to be difficult it can be sent through the mail on CD (though i'd rather not) please GIVE CREDIT so i can get more hungry emcees on my instrumentals the_g_clef@yahoo.com is my email so hit me up
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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Peak #10,538
Peak in subgenre #462
Author
the g clef
Uploaded
May 25, 2006
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 2:42
Lyrics
verse 1:[g clef] we bringin it to you, just straight singin it to you believe that it's true when i say im the kind of the booth and/ objections will be corrected, no matter the means i'll kick in ur teeth, leave you sippin liquids for weeks/ i'm hurtin ur verses feelings verbally, while i'm-- currently servin life in prison for murdering mics/ exercising my rights to bring you stereo hype thrillers but--the juries don't like serial mic killers/ so--I will control my flow to be more appealing sike--cause when I write it's likely to be the illest/ feel me or get more metal to teeth than steel grills filled with antimantium bullets in nine milis/ the ability to rapidly smack you fast with accuracy flee in a jeep laughin while mad cops are passin me/ static emphatically puts you on blast gramatically burnin the mic, like addicts burnin the pipe saturday/ verse 2:[Higher Rhymes:] how many yall really really wanna test the kid when i show up to ya crib with an extra clip/ it's on playa nights is illegal behavior and we cut to the chase like a video saver/ to the savior, rest in peace but still feel me since ninety-eight i been molded by filthy/ Upperclass citizens with Bimmers and Bentlys Still braggin' 'bout cash, but pockets is empty/ Livin' through hard times, poverty like witchery touch the sky im fly like a david blane mystery/ barriers break, and the doors are shifting left, because I'm home and forever I will be/ stress, im at the top so i beg you to get me death, is not an option, there is no ending/ respect, will be the word remembered when you think of me each breath, that i breath will be murder to enemies/
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