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For the hbb.com kru! The Slimmest Jim and Typerite talk about not much in particular.
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#141,334 today Peak #949
#12,918 in subgenre today Peak #85
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Angry Rabbit Productions
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Angry Rabbit Productions
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February 25, 2005
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Yo I'm the premier so you can't test me yeah. You tear around the dotted lines but it's the dotted lines that got me there. Cause I can cut it yeah, like a rukus bear. I catch flows like a buckets on my derriere. Oh I'm so there, I got so much flair. I get down like someone pulled away my chair. All the rage when I'm scribbled a page. Going through a good phaze in these rap days. These days I praise bravery in the rap ring. That's to do ya thing, not just go with his swing Singing on the job, robbing fools of their fist. I'm like a red hot door knob, you can't handle this. Anyway theres many ways to get penny paid. An A grade or a mercinary renegade. I've many braids but I hide them in secret place. Always on the case, good looking if you got good taste. Or I make a good case for a can of mace. But I still never lose face. Win the human race, but still can't see the ticker-tape. Fell at the first picket fence but never late. Mate, I got ya ex on the phone. Sometimes I understand tirets syndrome. Always liven' the dream, I'm dreaming of liven. Covered in women like linen, doing nothing but grinning. I’VE GONE, SLIGHTLY, JARGON, IT’S ON, SJ, TYPERITE, POP GOES NIGHT NIGHT. HOLD ON, BLIGHTLY, NOT SO FAR GONE. SJ, TYPERITE, POP GOES NIGHT NIGHT. And the bed bugs do bite, cause you highlight the wrong shite. This feud is infinite. Artistic license, lyricist Tyson. Sample dicing in the lab with silence. Fuck the violence, the world’s wound will only widen. I got so much to say I’ll need a microphone trident. I’m hiding from old age, like Enid Blyton. I’m typewriting, that means mechanical reciting. Style perverts, I catch you spying. Idling biding my time, who stole the motivation. Like who stole the inspiration from my generation. More fucked up than the Bush administration. I’m losing patience, like Harold Shipman. This is Great Britain, not a bilateral decision Now who said Hip Hop is way of life. It’s a form of expression, not a prelude to gun fights. That’ll sink like sunlight, as long as it’s done right. SJ do the right thing like Spike. Lee. Big up the cheesy emcees. Without the top 40’s we wouldn’t know our enemies. Now if ya hear this, and concentrated up to now. You got respect from me, cause most ears are too lazy. Ears only hear what the media feel. What the media fear, is in your immediate ear.
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