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An old school hip-hop head with a futuristic flow & unique style.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,108
Peak in subgenre #496
Author
Chuckie
Uploaded
January 07, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i talk so much shit, my bowel movements breath
back draft through a dragon head to give it the mad cow disease
off the heezy, ya pedigree better be
deadly veteran if u tend to be enemy...
i got a Golden State of mind, i can't do without me..
I'm Oakland California, P-Town be housing me
& never did doubt, if I was cut out for this
I been flipping them metaphors like no other alchemist
potent to the brain flow rhythm insane
so many pretend to be contenders but they dead with the flame
I got everybody envious, look y'all
i'm too big for this game like a monkey fuckin a football.
be gone me on another level been eons
ego way beyond… Leon, screaming on u peons...
full grown, come & zone with a bigger vet
or choke my bone while i smoke on a cigarette
dig it, bet, im smiling at the lightning
that's God taking a picture of me cause he want to be like me
copyright infringement if u claiming fly emcee..
cause I am, the CEO of I am INC©!
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the live shit i cook up don’t even make it out the kitchen
below these bubbling pots i got buggy-eyed chickens
by the dozens, i be cookin up cake cuzzin..
4's 8's 16's hooks, laying em on a triple beams im a crook
Moving keys like Key Largo
my barcodes break embargos like, bring in the cargo!
& as far as stars go, ima shine until it’s over
look away from the light now the supernova exposure
is here to do money like yoga, percolate like Folgers
Master P-peez of various bitches I’m a No Limit Soldier
older dog but quite colder &
got the whole globe shook, something like Gold Cobra
I mean, Cobra Gold after a beer run....
Screaming how the fuck it feel to get smacked by a real one?!
numbed up gums like u stumbled out a crack house
swung my nuts into ya gut then blew ya back out..
bitches, stop speaking in estrogen
you crossed over that line like a dead pedestrian
& im a car crash, on the mic right quite treacherous..
rap wreck less snatch necklace at the breakfast table..
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in the beginning of 1997 i was serious
about becoming a top notch lyricist
here is this mu'fucka, destined to be
the ultimate resident president emcee!...
emerging out the fog with a grip on my balls
all of yall gonna fall like the Berlin wall...
dig & get in u like Israel done did Medina
have ya stench lingering off the walls at the arena..
bottom of the pipe, resin rappers ima scrape one
n blow smoke in the face of a fake one
ur a mockery an accident swallow back ya feelings..
tapioca love taps, catch a batch of my children..
to ya throat folk get a rain coat
splash, my jaw strap with a flame thrower... yea
my raps wrapped in camouflage, im a rap chameleon
that'l go to war for free like Pat Tillman
that's for real men, perfect math, a prophecy wrapped in skin
The complete emcee, the x factor factored in
clapping them men, the sickest ever 2 beat up a speaker
the vanity of my humanity off the fucking meter…
