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Graphix (Blazin feat. B-More)
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Chea...we got a lil vicious/nasty wit our style on dis track...RIPPED IT! peep dis shyt mos def...
hiphop rap battles freestyles disses
Hot audios, some real inspirational raps on here, also some stuff you can dance to, some battles and also some freestyles. If you lookin for a diverse page, you
Welcome to Blazin World. Turn ya speakers up and open ya heart and soul..
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #4,122
Peak in subgenre #400
Author
Blazin
Uploaded
April 27, 2004
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MP3 4.0 MB 128 kbps 4:22
Lyrics
*Chorus* We snatch up some mics, thread it through your brain/ Blazin and B-More, inducin pain// Wit words steady echoin off tha inside ya skull/ Till you pass out and ya heartbeat is null// We love ta hear screams, but we'd rather a shout/ Screamin our names out, as lead fills ya mouth// Spittin holographic, bringin stops ta traffic/ As adults are appalled cuz our style is too graphic// ______ Blazin (12 Bars): 12 bars of sick thoughts, from tumours in my mind/ Cuz I was mentally deformed and exposed before I was nine// And I will crush ya bladder put ya spleen on a platter/ Pluggin ya throat with fists till ya trachea will shatter// With spits designed ta place ya pupils in ya palm/ Cuz I can leave you mentally scarred like you fresh out of vietnam// I wish you would cross my path tha wrong way/ Twist ya esophagus around ya lungs, ya organs in disarray// ~ Place hands into your cardio-vascular system/ Twist 'em, piss in 'em, and lit 'em so now you can really miss 'em// Treat ya mouth like an ammunition dump and murda dis chump/ Paint my slugs white, so now I leave you looking like a skunk// Let me change modes...my skill was god bestowed/ Pluggin all of ya pores until ya body implodes// Instruct ya brain ta lay a foundation of frustration/ And ya blood cells are suffering death in combinations// ~ *BG* Let's get complex Creations and salvations of a sensation of desperation/ Placin medication causing an abberation// ~ Compilation of compensation for concentration/ Ta fold ya bones into more creases than buildings on a shaky foundation// ~ Generations of facinations tha lack of explanation/ Of my lyrical eductaion cuz of dedication from motivation// ~ Ya destination to death corporation, heres ya invitation/ Wit a tense situation de-population of all nations// *Chorus* We snatch up some mics, thread it through your brain/ Blazin and B-More, inducin pain// Wit words steady echoin off tha inside ya skull/ Till you pass out and ya heartbeat is null// We love ta hear screams, but we'd rather a shout/ Screamin our names out, as lead fills ya mouth// Spittin holographic, bringin stops ta traffic/ As adults are appalled cuz our style is too graphic// ______ *B-More* You thought it was over, naw nigga b-mores on this track/ I pull gats out and shoot niggas right in the back/ I Rip cats… that dogs can not handles/ I tear membranes in half and use ya skin for sandals/ You cant dismantle my mind from emotion and reality/ If you think about nigga I aint got no true morality/ Battle me and be died, Follow me and get read/ Gimme some head niggas right in front of the feds/ Now I told ya niggas before that I don’t take no shit/ Fucking with bmore and you gone be quick to rip/ Skip the dip and go straight for desert, the hurt/ Knock her ass down and pull up her fucking skirt/ Its time to give her the pain in her fucking ass/ My bust not fast but it will truly last/ The nights long, and I cant see no thong/ So I decided to fuck her in the back while singing this song/ You thought I was alone but naw nigga I’m on the top/ Never drop off the bed cuz I know how to make it rock/ I stop shows and open up clothes for fashion ho’s/ They rock those I stop foes to cop shows/ You don’t know well I knew from the beginning/ That you cant finish this battle, no signs of winning/ [Freestyled] ____________ *Chorus* We snatch up some mics, thread it through your brain/ Blazin and B-More, inducin pain// Wit words steady echoin off tha inside ya skull/ Till you pass out and ya heartbeat is null// We love ta hear screams, but we'd rather a shout/ Screamin our names out, as lead fills ya mouth// Spittin holographic, bringin stops ta traffic/ As adults are appalled cuz our style is too graphic// _____________
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