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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #27,196
Peak in subgenre #3,963
Author
Phantom Flowz... muh' fukka
Rights
yes
Uploaded
December 01, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 0.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
none
Lyrics
…Rhyme Adiktz Salute…
Am I commin threw…? Word…
Y’all hear this? Check…
Rhyme Addiktz salute…
Hook:
I’ll blare too… Niggas be red like rare soup
Until you drop a track… this is what I gotta tell you…
Mail you a c.d full of punchlines and verses…
And see if dissin Rhyme Addiktz is even worth it…
Phantom Flowz:
Now my wrist to bristle speaks… Anahestimenes…
See you and sneeze… I’m allergic to weak emcee…
Lets word this… Keep it calm receive the upcome…
Wassup dun? First off dissin me, now I know you stuck dumb…
Been rejected… Neglected, crews intercepted me…
But best believe… I’ma keep this hectic G…
This extacy? Or the shit that I keep sane…
My minds a pit… That’s why I got a deep brain…
Now Addiktz is here to stay… You can fear the play…
But getting near this… You better hear the bay…
The imporant message I do… The fear in yay two…
Rappin booth… This ain’t a song this tha addict salute….
Aractnid but two… Bullets can catch up to you and go threw…
Lack Toast… I forgot but I’m one of the two… Y’all Games
I play… and when a harder challenge proceeds I make fun of you..
So what you gonna do? Rhyme Addiktz tearin this shit up…
With the official salute… Make your fuckin hair sit up…
Elite beef? Shit… U bitches too…
Hook:
I’ll blare too… Niggas be red like rare soup
Until you drop a track… this is what I gotta tell you…
Mail you a c.d full of punchlines and verses…
And see if dissin Rhyme Addiktz is even worth it…
Phantom Flowz:
Now it’s hard to represent… You the best pretend…
It’s like a politician run to be a president…
Change residents… and see the response…
More strong, than Christina Divas Mom…
Call me a stoove… Twist the Knob then the beef is on…
At least this song has some fundimentals… Run with pencils…
Rhyme addiktz… Got you kids stunned like pixels…
With this tho… My switch blade just wrist strokes…
Got u blown up till death… Like Mike Bistro…
Sweaty as hell, the way I got his mic gripped yo…
Hatters hate me… Well that’s sustained… Complain?
Rhyme Addiktz blow ya brain… Spoof where da tank?
Fags think they dope… Trying to put me to hush do…
I’ll run Miles with my rhymes and it wont’ be a rushed flow…
Rhyme Addiktz tearin this up for you… PF and spoof…
Dog… Show ‘em how we do… With a little bit a slur…
Fuck a bomb… this shits berserk..
