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Ice Cold
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My man Indiglo made the beat for me, an I umm...recorded to it and this is wat U have.
emphatic
Just 1 lyrically ill individual.
Ummm, I'm a UK white rapper, I can't b beat in battles, have like a 90% record (or close) apparently I have a big ego (yeh right), style is mainly dark shit, but I can go in comedy mode alot, which apparently aint good so erm....I won't do that too often. Thank You for reading, free complimentary mints are available.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,465
Peak in subgenre #712
Author
Vocals/Lyrics: Emphatic AkA Def Vis; Beat: Indiglo
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n/a
Uploaded
August 07, 2002
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
HOOK: You can't help but fear my shit.. When I drop.. These... ice cold spits.. You can't help but fear my shit.. When I drop.. These... ice cold spits.. Never stop...me doin this Never stop...me brewin shit.. "You can't help but fear my shit.. When I drop.. These... ice cold spits.. Born in the right mould.. 2 deliver ice cold.. Never c my mic fold.. I always stand out.. When I write like bold.. Never asked 4 this.. Sick class my spits.. Actin like activists.. If u try to grasp my wrist.. Pullin away my mic.. from my active grip... I'll Smack u bitch.. Im'a ressurected devil.. I rip defected rebels.. Past the expected level.. Drivin toward U.. On my prospective pedal.. So respectors revel.. An take in the grim.. Reality Im makin u think.. That I'm achin within.. 2 b grating ya skin.. HOOK: You can't help but fear my shit.. When I drop.. These... ice cold spits.. You can't help but fear my shit.. When I drop.. These... ice cold spits.. Never stop...me doin this Never stop...me brewin shit.. "You can't help but fear my shit.. When I drop.. These... ice cold spits.. Verse 2: Yo yo yo yo.. The Master antaganist.. Pushin the pressure.. Whenever my grammar spits.. Put ur mind to it.. An I'll jus damage it.. When I rhyme in this mood.. I'm like hammer hits.. Sheltered mind for years.. Now its time to release.. The pressure till I.. Increase the deceased.. Numbers from lyrical death.. From this vocal hitman.. Exerting the points.. Of each of my spit plans.. Dont give a fuck if Im liked.. I'll split fans.. "Ur a sick man".. Shut the fuck up.. This is my track.. Bringin more flavor 2 the table than spice racks.. An I entice traps.. To flap the shite flack.. In response to my tight rap.. I be the type that.. jus blazes emcee's Out of the blue.. End ur career in seconds.. If I doubt u was true.. Many fuckas i can name.. Who cant stand me.. But U no I stay as real.. As I can be..
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