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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,967
Peak in subgenre #1,061
Author
N. Botta
Rights
4/20perations
Uploaded
April 16, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
So man up, cheif the blunt, keep it up and kick back/
And listen to my breath my styles fresh like i got tick tacs
Get wit that, we rollin and we got a little shit to say/
i hit the hay, slow it down a bit and then i'm hit delay/
So hit replay, cuz every little phrase has got its meanin/
I'm addicted to rhymin and right now you'll see i'm fiendin/
Aint go not rival cuz i spit with homicidal wrath/
i been spittin it a long time but never lost a title match/
I got the right to rap until someone over throws me/
And if there's someone better: guaranteeing they don't know me/
Cuz i'm the best, of the best, that i have ever met/
Some have been clever, but i never met a better vet/
Ain't got no chedder, yet/ my lines are pretty potent/
My style is a formula: equation with a quotient/
And with a motion i can make ya'll stand back/
I love it when the fans rap bobbin while then hands clap/
/ / I got a gram bag, i'm movin up to nuggetry/
And if ya ever club with me, we're smokin on the shrubbery/
So fuck the bubbley, tienes la resaca/
You end up all hung over feelin like ya got the shocker
And seein how its hot'n always poppin when i come around/
We never give the run-around, we'll spit it with that thunder sound/
Its like the underground, minus the exposure/
We gotta better chance of comin up with 4 leaf clovers/
And when its over, man i ain't gonna cry much/
Cuz i didn't rip tracks like i didn't get high much/
I got the fire touch, to fire it up and burn you/
And if you don't know a villain then it really don't concern you/
But ill turn you, you're seeing the light now/
You get a pen and pad up in your hand and then you write down/
All the tight sounds, the phrases and their meanin/
I'm addicted to the rhymin, and now i got you fiendin/
I speak my mind like i'm spittin a soliloquy/
Professin all my powers to the cowards: ain't no killin me/
I'm gonna spit it cuz i feel like you can't touch me/
This murrysvillain style infests my mind and just corrupts me/
You better trust me, no question rhyme or reason/
Bitch the lesson that i'm teachin, those who tested line's left bleedin
Get this homocide/ Collide inside your brain and self destruct/
You just climed up to the mountaintop, now stop watch stealth erupt/
I melt-you're fucked, you duck when i buck the bat ya just can't stand the heat
You're wack, just relax in last, while i stand and hand defeats
The man to beat is me please try again some other time
Cuz in this scuffle i buff my muscles as i muffle and smother lines
