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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,586
Peak in subgenre #199
Author
Chris - Lyrics, Produce - Lyrics, Beats.
Rights
Hit List Records 2004
Uploaded
June 14, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
With this beat my vocals getting laced like shoes
And on one track im getting more hyper than you
I played the background, holdin a phat sound, on the track now
And you’d have to jump some hurdles to be on the track child
You amateur son and you about to be done
And that shit you put in my way aint affectin my run
Im comin at you fast kid and hittin you hard
Like Shaq dunkin on Kareem Abduel Jabar
Me and produce cousins and we aint even kin
Yall up each others ass passin for Siamese twins
Cause when im rappin they copyright my shit
That’s why im targetin all these bitches who keep talking shit
Their mouth is movin but all I see is floppin lips
So im stopping them, when im in the talking stops
Cause my flows ubsorb you like 50’s shots
Im not really who you wanna fuck with
(Chorus – Produce)
You said that u could help me,
All u did was dealt me shit,
You motherfuckers wanna talk but defense is a bitch,
You wanna judge me,
You don’t even love me at all,
Hold a grudge, shoulder shrugs n watch your bridge burn n fall (2x)
Listen up kid when im spittin my words
I got the crowd going ohh when im releasing these verbs
My lyrical flow, is serious yo, when im delirious though
Ill jump the mic and strangle it with a cord around its throat
Im so crazy with these lyrics that as soon as you hear it
You bobbin like freak hoes givin it up
Yall bitches on my dick but my zipper is shut
And my delivery is nasty like getting it up the butt
You want your chance to be great, but you just blew it
So screw it, call me Nike on the mic cause I just do it
You got no hype and no supporters, ohh now its dawnin
That was the only thing that we ever had in common
And ive stop listening so you can quit all that drama
Cause on the m-i-c I stop your sentences like commas
And im takin over countries like my first name was Osama
Cause me and produce on top till someone actually tops us
(Chorus 2x)
Look im a psycho with the mic, a side show on the side
Show up at each carnival not to ride the rides
Really slittin throats, rippin coats, flippin moats
Try an keep me off ya land but you know you really don’t
See ima reverse the facts, to run over yo ass
And cruse the class, so i can cut you open with a mower or glass
No matter what you say ive heard it all before
I don’t wanna kill her so i stall the whore with four more
Stone floor boards then come towards the door
Punch her in the face and leave her on the floor
And im so sick of a fuckin racial issue
Makin ya dry off with a bloody facial tissue
What made me hit you, shit the acids kickin in too
From ODing on OCs im trying to hit em all dude
What the reason for living without breaking the law fool
Im pretty sure you’ll be breaking the laws soon
(Chorus 2x)
