beat by JFIllusion. fire on this one, i love the beat.
Lyrics
Hook
i now, imma show you how i get down//
i now, im finally get-tin around//
i now, can finally say it out loud//
if you ready imma show you what this all about//
Verse 1
Be's talent still grows with this immaculate flow//
and the pattern wont slow till the record battered and broke//
chicks in fashionable clothes, my eyes are fastened on foes// (pop pop)
lookin quick to rip em up, spit em out here it goes//
the kids all loose it when im cruisin on this JF Illusion//
and im alludin to myself with every piece that im movin//
so heres a short list of my homies to check yo//
Big Ron, Def Flow, LAB, lets go//
and i guess this rap game grabs respect by loads//
sweeties and hunnies runnin up to me with x's and o's//
Blast the bark of the LAB, heard in the park and on track// (woof woof)
and while my heart was intact, you still farthest in back//
im regarded in fact, these internet charts that i snatch//
feel heavy in they heads, hits hard and sharp like the crack//
a warriors pact, i see straight through your clownish disguise//
who needs girls man? i can get down with my rhymes// (haha!)
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Verse 2
STILL -- a blessing in disguise when possesin others minds//
my rhyme infections you will find givin sight back to the blind//
when im fightin you flee, and im a sight to be seen//
so get some LAB in ya diet, you need vitamin B!//
head dense yo, i keep my anger pent up so//
that when i snuff you in the chin it mess wit more than ya mental// (get it?)
B stays fresh like a mento, limited like an enzo//(vroom)
get slow so you can pick it up, look at that here it come//
people comin from a hundred miles around so//
they can see me spit at you, you go runnin for the aloe//(sssss)
and all the people lookin at me so affectionately//
now when you say the ABCs you remember me//
when will we, LAB dawgs pop off, we mad raw//
the style is grimy, if its beef you should back off//
everything in sight we rip up, fists down and mics up//
when the night gets ruff we gon see whatchu made of//
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Verse 3
and im grinnin at these women cause they know that im winnin//
finished wit it, get the picture? B kickin so hard he split ya// (pow)
call the L-A-B a storm, if you ready here we come//
got my sticks in hand and im bangin your ear drums//
baggin your And 1's, Blast Erradic still stands up//
hands up, fans down, you aint, gangsta//
the truth im glad that useless rappers are loosin//
we stand strong, blow fire like napalm, then gone//
the current status quo, is Blast one of the greatest you know// (yeah!)
i am the truth! attack words on the stage in the booth//
im trainin the youth, we all know theres paper to move//
basically dude, my deck got alotta aces -- you lose//
no love, no pain, no drugs, no gain//
i sew flames, you fake rappers choke on your chains//
i am the face of fear, so face your fears//
and taste the tears of my struggle that i been makin for years//
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