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Me Or The Papes
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Original Beat: Me Or The Papes- Jeru The Damaja... Why We're Better Than You
The collaborative minds of Tattoo Tears and Blue Eye (a.k.a Self Emcee) finally have united. With the mellowed linguistics of Blue and his real talk style mixed with the hype and upbeat pump up ideals of Tears creates what we like to think, The Perfect Balance of Hip Hop in it's true essence.
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Genre
Hip-Hop Old School
Charts
Peak #1,017
Peak in subgenre #28
Author
Blue Eye & Tattoo Tears
Rights
2008
Uploaded
April 14, 2009
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 3:00
Lyrics
I meditate on ill tracks, its the earth I need, that perfectly submerge the beat to the words I speak, heard the street, on a late day, I had to use the knowledge, to see it as I call it, a new dawn for the prophet, aim for small profits, so the brain masters the day, have to be played, in the ends when I laugh it away, grasp at the rays, the suns only fractions away, these cats in the grave, got true peace, lets capture the day, before the rapture enslave, got us trapped in a place, behind the highest of gates, where we conivin for papes, the signs is so played, its just the times that I hate, the fine line is displayed, but the mind is delayed, the spine decayed, from pollution thats high in our brain, Im divine in the scene, designin the dream so vivid, mind is serene, the sirens and screams, violence Ive lived it, give it back to the youth, through the music I make, my crews are the few who choose to influence for great, soothin to break, smoother then cake, Im losin the fake. My raps make ya shake a magnitude off the richter, See these tunes all come sicker as we consume all the liquor Y'all doomed to the wickidest shit, when I bark son With this sharp tongue you narcs done like lickety split He raps with steady ease, we stackin shredded cheese Whether the money is white, chinese, black or lebanese Across the seven seas, best believe these raps rockin Enuff with the back talkin, ya get smacked walkin Im tryin to fold these giant checks to fit in my back pocket Ya wallet like the sperm bank, a thing I jack off'en (Often) Kid gets mad propsin, hustle and grind my talents Tat in Blue is in ya deck, y'all tryin to find The Balance Shhh I got a lesson if ya listen, blow shit ya sky high Y'all cats will get more aire than the respiratory system Filling all ya flaws, someone call animal rights Cause if this beat stops dawg, Tears is killin every paws (pause) Keep it real in every cause and keep the gun on the lap If ya wanna run the block kid, better start runnin some laps Ya need some push ups to push stuff, all these G`s outta shape Cause when it`s ya life or the money then it`s me or the papes
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