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Street Pass by N Sane & Dead Soljah
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Classic collabo of me and DS Dead Soljah. He gets first verse, I get second and then we do the last one together.
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,420
Peak in subgenre #253
Author
N Sane & Dead Soljah
Uploaded
May 16, 2004
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
(N Sane) My appetite is rappin right, I'm sacrificin half my life To paralyze your after life, you lackin life, I'm laughin like Click clack, I hit that, you hit weak, I hit back Lit that, now I'm calm, don't make me switch back I know you fake cause real recognize real You ain't recognize this real til you jeopadized wit steel I'm increasin my measurements, decreasin ya leverage, reachin the pressure that's impeachin the president Speakin wit texture that leaves ya head severed quick It fucks up ya gesture, the shit you can never get I'm an undertaker, I'll take ya under A freak of nature, I don't fake or front cause It's not even hungry, I'm starvin On behalf of this rap trash I'll even harvest in the garbage I swear to God, I fear you not Won't care if you rot or ya spirits hot To stare is my plot, you nearin shots Silence for the heartbeat, you can hear it stop (DS) Sixteen bar share, interlude wit 'Sane Insanity, black rain, lost track wit pain Collab wit them groups, colide wit thin troops Aks shoot through and gauges do too (N Sane) The way you articulate, just proves my shit - you fake The way you shift your hate disapproves the shit you say My protocals got it down packed from pros to cons In local bars I'll attack and make ya ghost be gone (DS) Sixteens backin em, mag-nums and such Do you like church and kids - nigga you get touched The blue'll bust, leather wit the snake skin ripped Gauge wit crazy grip, niggas fakin crip (N Sane) From the womb to the tomb, cradle to the grave Soon you'll be doomed, it's fatal here these days Ain't no way to rationalize, ain't passionate but I'm passin it -you see I'm passin you guys
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