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Fresh new hiphop
I am a young hiphop artist from Australia lookin to find myw ay in the game. I believe hiphop is stagnated and needs a breath of fresh air which I believe maybe I could produce.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,731
Peak in subgenre #2,529
Author
Yukxysm
Rights
Yukxysm
Uploaded
January 08, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Attackin all the lames in Hiphop
Lyrics
Verse 1
I bring to challengers like dwayne wade & shaq
I am incredibly ill it's simple and plain infact
hatin on cats with pimples claimin 2 have spat dope raps
like deacon and tone I have no hope for cats
leavin rappers numb like havin a stroke infact,
steepin into the arena I'm leavin ya throat detached
I scare yall cause Hiphop's spirits I envoke in rap
fuck underground and mainstream I rate on dope or wack
if you spit ill and spit real that is the shit I feel
what has the game come to Shaq is dissin skills
and you got 50 attackin everyone dissin 4 thrills
stupid fucks, when it comes to legends yall losin love
rappers be like oh my god he keeps improvin fuck
all us MC's are out of luck Oh No but what can they do
meetin gay prostitutes is the only way they fucked wit dudes
Verse 2
I'm so hot I'm like Denzel I'm a man on fire
holdin a mic in one hand the other smashin ya empire
i'm drawin blood from the game similar to a vampire
I'm full time MC your just a stand-by rhymer
switchin up styles but not to match the fashion
give me a mic and watch as magic happens
lyrics so beautiful they woven into fabric patterns
cats be actin savage I miss cats like Slick Rick
chilled out, laid back spray raps n spit sick
but everyone is angry n gangsta wit played shit
either that or some behind the back gay shit
what happened to a rappers spittin thoughts on a beat
to avoid the thug life n the call of the streets
fact is I run my life n adheid to the call of a beat
when it comes to 95% rappers all of yall r weak
Verse 3
oh you didn't can't help but be impressed by flows I'm spittin
like Nas it was written can't help but spit precison
n J-Dubb how you gonna diss me over beats you've bitten
my defeat your kiddin 1 bar is enough to squash you
dissin yuk yo gotta know it's only gonna cost you
i'm hard to explain dude, like parents with the birds n bees
I remember when hiphop was ill, MC's heard n seen
goin obsurd with dreams, but yall disposable art
in 6 months your cd found in HMV disposable carts
$2.95 still nobody wants your LP whole cd is weak
your screamin n beggin please believe me I'm street
My cd is heat, whatever I'm the true meaning like Cormega
I'm Raw forever Yukxysm nobody fucks wit him WHAT
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