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Bucktown SS Remix
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21 bars by A-MaC. Toss-up between this and SS Mentality for A-MaC's solo on the album.
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Rap, Hip Hop, Music, Lyrics, Beats, Skill, Talent, SubSurface, A-MaC, Big Sexy, Rapcityz
Alright, here's what's up with SubSurface. Four MC's out of Dayton, OH. Four different MC's with different styles, voices, and abilities. A-MaC, the lyricist and current producer, Big Sexy, the ladies man with smooth shit going on, Alkatraz, hardcore rap shit, and Oblivion, a hype man with skill. Associates are Liana Toy (Big Sexy's GF), Tyler Toy, Steven Centers, Seth Stultz, and Keith Spyers. Album dropping mid-2005. Watch out.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #306
Peak in subgenre #174
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None
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SubSurface 2004
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August 10, 2004
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MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
We run for nothing, gun and the clips for dumpin Bucktown, tuck rounds for the crowns that mean sumthin Feel it in your soul to the soles on ya tight laces Drama brought on from kids still learnin mic basics A few tips, pace back lest you wanna get ya face cracked Cuz people round here got shit to leave ya way clapped That’s why most stay back, but the real stay and rep Take care ya girl, count stacks, and pay they debt Spray to death, hone they skills to the bone and quills Bucktown, the place we call home and chill The girls moan, it’s ill, but the second they thinkin its drama Swarms of peeps addin chinks to ya armor A different kind of beef, with ya enemies bringin in ya moms groceries Grinnin like that’s whats what, how it’s suppose to be Next day ya moms in the hospital, clutchin her rosary Let you squirm, think you got a chance to live Until bullets tappin ya face like those dancers did Mourges and graves, jus think that hell is waitin Fuck raisin hell, it’d jus increase our elevation Fiends run everything not owned by burglarizers And the grass is only green cuz they use dead bodies for fertilizer Streets is watchin, glocks and demons It’s the reality, not something that stops ya dreamin Act for stacks, rap for acts and reverse Untold road tracks is packed with the hearse Havoc a daily habit for ladies and gentleman Gates to Bucktown christenin any who enter them Roots of the town grew up from the ruins of clowns Legends grew from the crew and they rounds Answer to no company, put up ya best dukes Bitches like you is fat girls; known to sweat suits We rocked fruity loops, they lack flavor like Raisin Bran Home of the rap savior, A-mac the amazing man A mac raiser with two fifths and packed razors and Track maker, kids round here leave mics guarded on Leave The village in red like Night Shyamalan Where the party ends without the audience Bitch peeps start whining to start amends Dinin with sharks and friends with dimes an darkest trends The time to start begins, those who dispose foes Dressed clothed, best those who regarded them Bucktown, only for those above worthless Real cats, rhyme spitters and Subsurface
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