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Song Info
Genre
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Peak #6,049
Peak in subgenre #3,279
Author
Written By me
Uploaded
February 12, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I got Hip hop in my veins,
shot twice, 300 bars left a stain,
I got a million more stored just to harbor the pain.
When an artist is slain, the hardest part of the game,
is to move forward back on the harvest again.
I paint pictures that'll plaster your parts,
Remove hearts
from these faggots that aint master the arts,
you fuckin' bachelor, I married this bitch from the start,
I'm controlling my own flame
yall niggas can't master your own sparks.
You wack with it,
Half these cats just lack with it,
25% can spit but lack a mission,
another 15 just react with facts b!tchin',
the rest should attack intact get back in it[/B]
I told yall, lawn chair n!ggas I'll fold yall,
play like my daughter keep your game to a slow crawl,
You pavlov’s dogs all drool till my flow’s called,
Fat, small, or tall all rats it’s roll call
To begin - get exposed like Roy’s chin,
You couldn’t win or measure up to a dwarfs shin
Coming up short (like) capri Hems (life) support seems slim,
So I murder your repetitive estrogen diseased phlegm,
Concede then, victory, ko No decision,
This is a different league friend, top mold, flow with conviction
Where you can’t you emcee, so end your nocturnal emission
You wack with it,
Half these cats just lack with it,
25% can spit but lack a mission,
another 15 just react with facts b!tchin',
the rest should attack intact get back in it
What!!!
You wack with it,
Fuck that get smacked pigeon.
Nigga’s in a cypha like who’s that cat spittin’,
WIZE one the illest since Mike Jack was back Thrillin’
Had to leave the game but now is back in it.
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