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This is me.
Song Info
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Peak #3,404
Peak in subgenre #1,757
Uploaded
December 07, 2004
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Lyrics
i be dat mc sick wit dis..
these other cats is sweet, i leave em twisted like licorice,
i spit suspense...like a steven king film...
leave ya team killed,
leave mcs bleedin, brains leakin and teeth spilled...
speak ill of the squad...yeah, we gotta rumble,
fuck a battle rap...blastin caps'll show u muthafuckas,
folks don't want no ruckus...they hatin, mos def,
i'm takin these hoes breath...they can't hang with bo's left...
hook...
fuck a hook...dawg, u know i got em shook,
when i come off of the dome they can't do nothing but stand and look
at amazin displays of lyrical grace at critical paces,
erasin haters and fakes tryin to replace...
the sickest lyricist since eazy got his diagnosis,
combinin potent components, mcgyver flow, i rhyme explosive.
get dough from shows and split it wit the fam...understand
we struggled to the top and now we stand where we glanced
imaginin manhandlin the industry
lyrically, these muthafuckas can't do shit wit me...
hinder me?
never that...you'll get attacked with a metal bat or berretta gats,
if u question that
yo bo...u do ya thang fa sho,
but will there ever come a day when u can't bring no more?
please...perish the thought...H.U.N.G.E.R. cherish the art,
and real never dies, so while i'm alive, it's here in my heart...
and i got the heart to tell y'all fuck a rapper,
y'all headed to death like bugs caught up in the zapper...
i'm comin after u...like i do with all pussies...
H.U.N.G.E.R. snap back and smack cats, so why would u push me?
u suicidal, like mental patients...or the lackin vision, maybe,
actin like u ain't facin evisceration face-to-face with this presentation,
i spit ya fate and u facin me, u get that ass ripped like prison patients.
stitches, staples and sutures...here's the face of the future,
lyrics aimin to shoot...ya fake in the booth,
ya gotta get it...every time i speak, it's death...
and every time i spit, i see y'all growin green like chia pets...
or herbalist from verbal hits i come thru rippin kids on some surgeon shit,
i murder cliques, put ya teeth on the curb and kicked, actin like u ain't heard of this...
herbs get ripped...buildin a strong foundation....
rebuildin hip-hop on a strong foundation...
