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Who want it with me?
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The song name says it all..Who want it with me? I don't give a f*** who it is. If you want it come get it, and get your ass whooped
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I'm Nox. I'm 21 years old. I've been rapping for as long as I can remember. When I was 14 I did a small demo tape on a karoke machine, the quality was horrible, but it was my first step in the right direction. From there I went to studios, paying out of my own pocket, and here's what I came up with from the ages of 18 - 20. I am now 21.
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Peak #9,080
Peak in subgenre #2,639
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Nox
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Nox
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September 08, 2004
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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The song name says it all..Who want it with me? I don't give a fuck who it is. If you want it come get it, and get your ass whooped...
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United beat ridas, We ride through streets higher/ we dive through beats, wired, We stride with heat, fire/ put shells through accomplices, it's no nonsense bitch/ my subconicounse is topped with all kinds of raunchiness/ 4.0 intelligence, tellin-it, you're shit's irrelevent/ the rap game, your playin', you're failin' it/ massive lyrical skills, words of spirituals heal/ slicin' through the windchill, you shivered and peeled/ there's none exceeding me, not a chance of beating me/ treasonous, but your heathanous ways simply heated me/ now I'm burning with flames, leave you yearning for pain/ discerning my aim, so now you're learning my brain/ go into the dark, knives that ginsu your heart/ the mental shit I been through would rip you apart/ child of destruction, defiled the law, bustin'/ smiled through the cussin', wild and always lustin'/ for the bitches, the broads the ho's, the sluts/ puttin' snitches and slobs with holes and cuts/ while I was livin' through jobs and covered in dust/ slippin, always grippin' heat and ready to bust/ from kansas to cakalac, the man that won't go back/ soul demands I rip tracks, flip stacks, and grip macks/ always on my toes, follow and watch me grow/ hollows that fall through those, that wallow, I drop these fos/ body's on the ground, now hotties all around/ ladi dadi we party cuz that's how we get down/ cyphers through all my days, wired through all these plays/ I suggest you retire I'm hire and can stop your gage/ bullets mean shit to me, they won't be hittin' me/ you dissin' me, but can't even try this shit like me/ my shit is fantastic, stretched out like elastic/ you spastic bastards, don't grasp the magic/ escaping from these lips, I'm wading through this shit/ debating the hating and ratings that I always get/ man you aint feelin' me? this life is killin' me/ when I was dealin' Gs, all these gangsta's was heavy grillin' me/ knives into my spine, this life is rippin' my mind/ these trife people all around me, while I'm sippin' on wine/ no cristal for me, just constant battles, see/ but when you battle me, it leads to fatalities/ pyschotic, neaurotic, from tonic and chronic/ bobanic, causin' demonic, ironic, poems and sonnets/ you saw it, you heard it, you feel it, I spurt it/ my word is never deterred, and I will never slur it/ I stay with the beats, and I play with the streets/ leavin' these gay ass MCs, fileted when we 'meat'/ charred and grilled, these retards are killed/ life's hard, but deal, for your closed down like a bar and grill/ I got goals, of shows , and rows of hos/ the coldest of the cold will flow and those who oppose/ his wraths of rap, collapsin' fast/ I'm smashin' tracks, and, makin' these bastards crack/ gorrila in the midst, pissed, and twistin' this/ shit to fit, I'm lit, bitch so quit/ my thoughts empty, don't tempt me I'm simply/ waitin' to give the world a reason to miss me/ endevours of leather, competitors gather/ you've never met a villian, killin', packin' berrettas/ my stomach is rumblin, I'm huntin' for somethin'/ but nothin', is comin' I'm runnin' and gunnin' for nothin'/ Hook Who want it with me? if you want it come get it and motha fucka get yo ass whipped/ You don't want it G. When I'm rippin' I'm flippin' the script and trippin' on the last hook/ All you fools can't see. I'm the sharpest, hardest, insane, I'm the darkest artist/ All the heat I bring, leaves you heartless fuck with the best, tear your chest apart bitch/
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