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AnB Mixtape 101: Hidden Truth Feat KingIsadore
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AnB Productions We the hustle boyz from the grimey midwest representing the area codes 419:614:216, Wht y'all know about that? Bringin the heat with the nicest rhymes & beats you've heard in a min...... Beat Check - kanye, neptunes, just blaze, swiss
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Hip-Hop • Freestyle
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#8,216 in subgenre Peak #59
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Peak #1,361
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AnB Productions
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November 03, 2004
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MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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I’m 22 with more bars then trick or treat bags With a flow that’s slicker then a Pistol Pete pass And I bet I’ll look slicker sitting in that E Class When I give a bitch liquor she coming back with knee pads I’m a legend a little bit ahead of my time And I’m suggesting these niggas keep me out of they rhymes I’ll have a coroner stencil you in I’m not a thug I’m a rapper but I keep a pencil and pen That’s a weapon at hand I studied lessons of man But my dad taught me to trust my intuition instead I got the raps that attack any nigga in fact If they sold it in a pack it would have to be crack I can see why you hate me you take dick like a coochie do You couldn’t pay me enough to wear that fake Gucci suit Male groupies dude but talking real reckless Trying to flash like platinum in a stainless steel necklace Isadores connected Columbus to Texas I told yall the name man Alumnus respect it I keep a positive aura so evil can’t get me My life is kinda sort of like a modern day hippie All I ask for is love music and peace I keep a dime in my pocket when I’m moving thru streets That’s a couple grams uncle same would throw in the bing for But I’ll be damned if I’ll be jammed walking round with chains on I’m like King Kong trapped in a phone booth Niggas talk a lot of fiction trust that my poems truth I’m on my own two my heart and my dick And that’s enough in this world man regardless of pricks You get froze out the session for hogging the spliff You call em thugs I don’t fuck with those skirts They never hustled no work And real niggas used to knuckle up jerks I’m just a poor righteous teacher That rocks Nike sneakers My girls like it deeper I have to connect And when I’m coming thru ya speakers Ya have to respect The architect of this C.O. shit The way I spit guaranteed I’m a see more chips Hop off my dick matter fact hop on now cause the space is limited I’m about to be rich the way the kid is spitting it You may see me with your bitch chances are I’m hitting it But yall niggas in a contest to get the less skins Me and my niggas trying to see who can push the best Benz So you can be one of my fans pumping your fist Or be at home being my Stan pumping your dick You niggas not good matter of fact ya not even known Ya careers like ya dick it’ll never be blown I’m king Isadore nigga and I’m holding the thrown So if you step up to the plate get smacked out the park Cause Isadore got a bite and I don’t fuck with a bark The kid strikes without warning The crowd is all snoring Cause you grab the microphone and just sound boring
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