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im into all sorts of hip hop. from the crew Local Motive with ryuu and al-itteration. just puttin up some solo efforts. some serious some not. if you like it cool. if not...
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #14,377
Peak in subgenre #119
Author
Lyrics/Vocals/Beat - Al-Iteration
Uploaded
August 14, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The beat that I made.
Lyrics
I come from Wicker Park, Chi-Town, spitting on the mic now,
Delivering incisions with lyrics, plus a tight sound,
That radiates from speakers, and eradicates what’s weaker,
Blast the breaks through tweeters, reach the herbs who gaffle refer,
Channel me a preacher, I’ll fine tune my holy gift,
Holy shit! This emcee’s hungry enough to eat Moby Dick,
You’d probably eat Moby’s Dick, your whole style needs a lift,
Cuz you’re like hitchhikers blindly half stepping who don’t see the cliff,
Don’t be a bitch, be a man and try to hold your place,
Otherwise you’ll get blown away like sand castles on windy days,
Flow with any rage, and it’s unwise to be before my eyes,
Might as well drop a bar of soap in a jail cell full of guys,
Raw rapping with a flow that could fill four chasms,
Think I’m wack and you got another thing coming like multiple orgasms.
Splish straight splashing in this B.S., you say you’re the best,
But that comes with a P.S.
As in, just kidding, I was just joshing and fibbing,
I didn’t mean to doubt to the fact that Al was mic ripping.
Tight spitting, ignite writtens, in front of mic, vision,
Get blurry, emcees scurry, at the thought of my punch hitting,
Dumb kittens wanna grow to be scientology cats,
You can tell I’m one time for your mind like lobotomy tracks,
When Al’s on the mic drop your drink and drop your jaw,
Half emcee, half deity, here bringing it raw,
If you ain’t seen it before, then I’ll repeat it some more,
Cuz it’s fact you’ll give me daps before leaving the door.
When Al’s on the mic drop your drink and drop your jaw,
Half emcee, half deity, here bringing it raw,
If you ain’t seen it before, then I’ll repeat it some more,
Cuz it’s fact you’ll give me daps before leaving the door.
Dun raps leave bums trapped in a world of mediocrity,
Plus I got art-fag shit that’s over your head like an apostrophe,
I got you and your crew watching me, and your girls wishing she,
Could be three feet next to me with chance to perhaps catch the pe,
Nis, Women may be from Venus,
But hoes like your girlfriends reside at crackhouses, coffee shops and local beaches,
You don’t know beef is, if you did you wouldn’t want it.
I’ll play like you’re Superdave smashed by a semi and leave you stunted,
You all getting blunted, sitting around saying “fuck it”
“What were we thinking, Al was the wrong nigga to fuck with”
Can’t touch this, it’s rubbish, in all the ish you’re dropping,
You the type to leave a dime at night, talking ‘bout ‘oh um, your house is haunted.”
Me? I’m the type to eat out your mother for supper.
I’ll castrate you, set you on date with two twins and watch you suffer.
Crews cover and run when they see this son of a gun,
Who’ll bust in on ya fun, take your hon and cum on her tongue.
Your record is none out of tons, your style ain’t shit like bacon bits,
With your accuracy, you shouldn’t even be aiming like Jason Kidd,
I’ll maim you kids, I move the crowd so much my joints sore,
Ain’t no more of you crab ass rappers in the game like point forwards.
When Al’s on the mic drop your drink and drop your jaw,
Half emcee, half deity, here bringing it raw,
If you ain’t seen it before, then I’ll repeat it some more,
Cuz it’s fact you’ll give me daps before leaving the door.
When Al’s on the mic drop your drink and drop your jaw,
Half emcee, half deity, here bringing it raw,
If you ain’t seen it before, then I’ll repeat it some more,
Cuz it’s fact you’ll give me daps before leaving the door.
This song ain’t long, the song is strong, never weak.
I’ve reached a point in space in time where cleverness peaks,
It was said it could reach new heights, So I went there and took your crew’s life,
Like the two cockpits crashing together during two flights.
Who’s nice, not you, unless you sent me some cookies,
You paid your dues? I’ll bet you’ll still get served by this new jack rookie.
Call your booky, and if the odds are against me a thousand to one,
Then the bet mu
