Name: Halftime Freestyle
Channel: J. Brauch
Description: "Halftime Freestyle" is a song by J Kwest. prod. by Large Professor

Halftime Freestyle

J Kwest

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prod. by Large Professor

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J Kwest

Raised on hardcore/true-school ('93-'99) East Coast hip-hop, J-Kwest slings lyrical darts unlike any other. This 25-year old rap veteran / hip-hop connoisseur

Raised on hardcore/true-school ('93-'99) East Coast hip-hop, J-Kwest slings lyrical darts unlike any other. This rap veteran / hip-hop connoisseur hails from Burlington, Vermont, and his ever-changing style is truly a testament to uniqueness and creativity. Dissatisfied with the superficial and uninspired present state of hip-hop music, J spans a wide variety of topics that range from current events to politics, from personal issues to just sick wordplay -- not to mention a heavy dose of battle raps for good measure -- to enlighten through his talents while still keeping it original, interesting, and of course -- real. Production comes courtesy of Dr. Quandary, DJ MSP, Face One, and in-house producer BlazeStar, of BlazeStar Inc.

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Freestyle

Charts

#8,912 in subgenre Peak #14

Charts

Peak #9,045

Author

J. Brauch

Rights

2004 BlazeStar Inc.

Uploaded

April 23, 2004

Track Files

MP3

MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Lyrics

It's J-Kwest, the verbal scientist
You can try an dis, until you get crushed, wit my iron fist
I'm the virus, I'm so sick, I wrote this
Rhyme wit my eye rolled in my eyelids
-- I told kids 'Try this'
What was 'it?'  My luck, fuckaz
I wild out like drunk truckers when I bring the crunk ruckus
And I've had enough of this rap shit, to smack kids backwards
And not have to bust a clip..
Like the Outsidaz when I Rush Ya Clique, I must admit
We can take it to fisticuffs, and leave you wit a busted lip
The jig is up, the Dutch is lit, the spliff is puffed
I can't get enough of this; I hit 'chu wit a blizzard of
Ferocious words that leave you, oh-so-disturbed
Ya nose hurts--look down, an I've bloodied ya Polo shirt
I roll for dolo, word;  the name's J-A-Y
I smoke those herbs cuz they told me to "Aim High"
I flame-fry you lame guys, my brain size
In terms of altitude is as high as a plane flies
You bout to lose, so say 'bye'
Cuz one look from my deranged eyes'll turn whole crowds into slain lives
- It's Halftime -

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