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Voltaire - The Beginning
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New Name, same rapper as Lymrik. New and Improved, nothin you wanna f*** with...
Fresh out of Adolescense, I updated my name to fit my new age and stylings. Used to be Lymrik, but a New Year brings in Voltaire.
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Charts
Peak #2,247
Peak in subgenre #151
Author
Voltaire
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Voltaire
Uploaded
September 03, 2004
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MP3 2.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Verse 1: Slash a mic like lacerations if its located in front of me, Contageous schemes of rhyme I spread to every head like Maybelline, No matter what you may believe none can purchase a verse cuz in my world the music comes first, bitch, Not worthless but priceless, Not any gem I only dig for diamonds, Search the dyin' coal for some mere stone prepped for refinin', and lie into it with the tools of my trade, Nouns and verbs a thousand words replace my chisels and spades, My riddles can spade or neuter, Whichever amy suit ya, Pump adjectives all with lead, swallow ten and then shoot ya, You refuse? I force compliance, Of course you can't deny it, One step ahead in your rappin' skills would be silence, Fucking with me leads to crisis like tempers of Gods with wine supplied by Dionysis, Been lyin' on ice (sheeit), Their flexin' their might, Lightning Bolts (OH NO), Thats just my rhymes as they dance past my incizers, Time is short, so let me be your advisor, Quick, grad a handful of Voltaire shares and buy em, and on your way out the record store remind 'em, I'll visit their shelves when I'm on my way skyward. Hook: x2 I'd like to welcome everyone, We gone have a little fun now that the Greeting Party's really begun, Come on inside, I got the door swung wide, Cue up the mics, we gone start this out right. Verse 2: Quick, Fast, gotta master the ceramony, Verbal acrobatics like adobe, Only chance I may crash is to clone me, enhancements in voice, Upgraded version of my weapon of choice, Send him on a termination oddessey, But if research stays illegal like chronic seeds and nobody stoppin me, Mach One, my teminal velocity, Millenium Falcon can't reach the levels of my philosophies, Lackin' street credibility but part of the culture, spit that shit that soap and water can't get out the upholsterin', That'll stain ya name no matter what you soak it in, Aiming high, find my way to the sky by boulderin', I'm older, kid, hit you with a blast of that colder wind, Can't regain your fame cuz your flame is smoulderin', Believe me, you'll know when it's over, kid, and it goes a little somethin' like this....
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