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Optique, LegaC, Tah Smith, Blazer, Zhien, STK..........Any Questions?
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,442
Peak in subgenre #239
Author
LegaC
Rights
STK-LegaC
Uploaded
December 06, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This is a battle verse against a nigga from GOD,Godfathers.
Lyrics
( keeping it gangsta )
Ya'll don't know
I be keeping it gangsta
Number one, I rep, rep fa the bangers
When i come through u'll be needed tampons
Yo i be drinking cognac, a bottle in single downs/
Call me a lyrical superman, end this with a single noun/
I'm flying down, bought ta catch u dead/
Only time i can't see you, is when u filled with lead/
Call you a fucking ornament, cuz niggas "be-dead"/
The stage of the deranged emcee evolution/
If ya'll niggas is problems squared, i'm a negative solution/
Mastered illusions, see i'm really not battling/
My lyrics is hassling, the most masculine/
The way you on my balls, niggas get traveling calls/
Seems like i did before,ya loss, its a total recall/
Drunk and high, is the only time i dreamed a battling liquor/
No need fa votes to be counted, LegaC the Victor/
It had come swifter, my answer to a godfather nigga/
You ain't shit, cuz i tasted the strongest rum/
Master every facet of the space time continuum/
My sickness, measured in severity of symptoms/
Liqour, nigga, I drink Molotov cocktails/
Till my cock fails, and I piss flames on hand rails/
Niggas think you drop bombs, or is rap dons/
Then y u have to get the landlord to turn the heater on/
I thought harlem always stayed strapped/
More like backboards, always get clapped/
Switch clips, cock back, aim and squeeze/
Insert shells into my lips to bloody ya tees/
Serenaded by the screams, chords I hold/
I spit at extremes, really hot, that was cold/
Gone murk me, u never try, best u speak it/
Only when gossiped about, do I get heated/
The madness takes over, I become the loner/
The nomad soldier, Firearms become my owner/
Manipulated by flames, is y my tongue is scorched/
Black dots on lingua, the scars begin to torch/
The blocks you hold down, is on the basketball court/
Five rejections in a row, the block is really hot/
No look dishes, is the only time u passing rocks/
Thirty two points by two, is the only time u empty the clip/
My flow so sick, I rock entire cruise liners and ships/
On the radar screen, u appear as a small blip/
Stealth mode, don’t even attempt to attempt/
Like street fighters, I come wit an evil intent/
Man nothing you see, is ever what it seems to be/
Ya’ll niggas thought making heat, was burning cd’s/
Pussy, stupid nigga, hold up ya fucking guard/
Ya’ll niggas is fucking titis, go ahead try to look hard/
If you was light skin, my niggas turned you dark/
My niggas spark up, and blaze you like in the park/
