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Terrorist Feat. BoneLeSs CadaVeR
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Just a song about killing in the begining, About me bein a terrorist, Just some sick lyrics, Im not a terrorist, lol...
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Tha Suspect ( Suspect ) - I Just Started Rapping, May 1st/ 2004... I think im pretty good for someone who just started spitting...I am into Rap/Hip-Hop/Hip Hop
I just started Rapping on about May 1st... So give me some time and i will get better...I hope. I Think i need alot of work on my voice and my flows, But give me some feedback, i need it, Don't be scared to say i straight up blow... I don't give a fuck.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #5,812
Peak in subgenre #368
Author
Suspect
Rights
©2004 Suspect Inc. All Rights Reserved.
Uploaded
May 24, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Just felt the beat, And i figured that this would be a good subject to talk about, its has a nice chorus i think, and i like my versus, the 2nd verse is about suicide though and first is more about terrorist killing.
Lyrics
Rap : Suspect Beat : Narc First Verse: Tell me whats hilarious / Tell me whats the scariest/ i think of myself as a rapper slash terrorist/ handing out whats coming to you fakes/ open up the gates/c4 to tha waist/ explosions like bombs n guns in veitnam/ actin real calm like before tha storm, yall been warned/ its not a lethal threat, im already placing bets/ like im riggin shit in a casino deck/ like 2 glocks and teks, im adding holes to ya nekcs/ and whats coming next, gonna keep yall guessing/ gonna keep yall stressing, make yall pay for blessings/ your all gonna learn a lesson, from my first session/ like this aint the first mission, and it might be ur last/like your next blast might be ur last/ soon this might be your past, its gonna pass real fast/ like when your making mad cash for cutting someones grass Chorus : x2 this is what it sounds like when the people cry/ what it sounds like when all starts to die/ what it looks like when your staring at the sky/ do you even got enough time to say goodbye/ 2nd Verse: sometimes i feel like i got no time and i gotno skill/ hand me a case of pills . i dont need no drink / i dont need no sink, i just need me a rope with a link/ but then i start to think about hockey at the rink/ times i used to drink and times i used to smoke/ times when friends got me high cause i didnt have a nickle, like when my parents seen me ride my first tricycle/ i was so damn little, used to eat skittles/ told riddles, jumped around in big ass puddles/ played fiddles, ate popsicles man/ slaped friends with the BACK OF MY HAND/ sure we all was tiny and small , didnt know what we was doing, whos life wed ruin/jobs wed all be losing/ woulda thought we'd be crusing/ some doing it while boosin, now whos losing Chorus: x2 this is what it sounds like when the people cry/ what it sounds like when all starts to die/ what it looks like when your staring at the sky/ do you even got enough time to say goodbye/ Verse 3:
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