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Peak #5,595
Peak in subgenre #3,114
Uploaded
November 04, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i can see it ur eyes me fallin down thats what u wishin
if u aint deaf,clean up yo ears and start to listen//
i dont have to act,u know where i land
you'll be 'under the stage',so u niggas can really 'under-stand'//
ur teams followed and gettin pist
i know im 'wanted man' like the 'FBI's top ten list'//
one day you will get exposed with the rest
ur name is 'quiz' cuz ur gonna get 'pop' and naw this aint a 'test'//
im gettin much bolder, gettin lil bit older
but still quick to stuff you in ur place like a manilla folder//
im so above you..you'll need more to climb
u want "peace/piece" juss remember it aint the two finger sign//
i dont need to lie,i tell whats real
play 'volleyball' man if u need to 'raise points to score a kill'//
one hit,two hit,u be mad with the look
and u dont need to be a boxer nor a fish to feel this hook//
ur part time rapper,naw u better stick to college
splatter ur brain on roads man know you have street knowledge//
i red the rights with infrared lights
you will never see me like server shutdowns on web-sites//
still spill words that rhyme ill
u chill while i create raps that bring zombies down with chills//
give hoes thrills,few words to say
u roll with a couple of pistols..every 24 hrs is tues/twos day// (get it?)
ammo to ur chest..now ur a heartfelt lover
identical ways but with different images like biracial twin brothers//
im not takin shots(-)im not a bulls-eye
if i have to i'll leave ur body in more parts then the circumference of pie//
im addin up ur gettin reduced in mathematical views
u be mad tempered wishin u can pop fame by startin feuds//
wack shit that u be hopin
with me u better stay on track of urself like the planets orbit//
i pull the mag out with ease
if u choke now you'll be the fit-man perfect to play for the yankees//
take a rain check with fame
fuckin with me will leave you repeatin the same actions as kurk cobain//
bad choice or good ones ur not beyond that
u got ur yes's and no'es crossed like the N-Y's of a yankee hat//
dude's layin on the floor that could be you
cuz im quick to get rid of his sickness with one shot like the flu//
im not insane,im just doing my raps
while the rest have egos thinkin they big like guerilla black//
u know that,enemies try to diss u on an interview
bullets blast ur chest open so people can see the inner-you// (chea)
