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#148,919 today
Peak #343
#14,772 in subgenre
Peak #32
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2004
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August 05, 2004
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underground for a decade used to never get played and radio and stage shows were far away during that stage but turn the page now uncaged out to rampage and rip shit leaving all of these bitches with twitches like tourettes watch my ass swearing at these cats like john rocker a nonstop barrage of fuck offs for your people and peek through my scope like a peep hole picking off folks from my perch in the church steeple and keep forcing slugs through the eye of a needle to your cerebral cortex sever your spinal cord next in a fourth of a millisec the full effect has registered of course if you don’t feel it then your dead and you’ll be headed for whatever fuck whoever never met ya and i bet ya i know why if i catch ya then your mine deceptacon now arises disguised as a skinny white guy to broadside the blindside of your rhymes cause my side has arrived and survived since nineteen-eighty-nine when i was age one-five booking studio time and time’s a testament true test of talent and are your rhymes the best they’ve been every time you’re putting paper to pen or are they paper thin like a wafer or a flat edged straight razor blade cause i’m amazed these days some of this hip hop is shit pop its strange but hey i keep on coming with this techno-funking hybrid bet you ho’s will get behind it back of the line kid make room i’m coming loose ready to drop it on you like an anvil this cartoon record scandal better handle your business up in this v.i.p lists conflicts tricks and treats blacklists shitlists complete with fiends and fakers friends and the people that’ll take ya for more than just your paper best believe that snakes shake hands the same as the next man read your text and oh yeah sex and money go together like forrest gump and jenny or like good & plenty every penny fighting envy this century essentially it’s potentially hazardous to your mental kinda like riding in the backseat of a pinto my intro was simple getting treated like a pimple trying to squeeze triple c and f n’ i my kinfolk been broke and choked provoked till i can’t stand it i gotta hand it to the man who ran the gamut goddamit i know they planned it leaving us slanted taken for granted they got the upper hand advantage i’ll be damned if i let that stand this underhanded understanding of the way shit’s supposed to be don’t stand to close to me trying to keep shit in focus b and earn the right to own my own masters and not get harassed by these half-assed fat cat rat bastards i’m a half to blast em backwards with black words hate to hate but i’m fed up if you’re with me then get up from state to state we saturate they all get wet up 1, 2 it’s the return of deceptacon burning up turning when my words get stepped upon with weapons drawn left a long list of people who said the wrong shit bong hits can’t even begin to calm this what you gonna do
