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Seconds Flat feat. M80
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Collabo With the illest M80
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The Illest Hip Hop Beats. Chopped Science from Homework Industries. One
As a dj, '98 was the real mark for the begining of what was set to become one of my greatest passions. I was aware that music was something special, just didnt thought it would be possible to compose and play it on my own. At the age of 18, started with the first mixes with the suport of my first project, Sector Urbano, and searched for every available information related with turtablism. As time went by, i found my interests for everything related with black music deepen and deepen; being hip hop, r&b, funk, soul, house, techno, rave... Since then, as on a dj area as much as on production, i've had the honour and the privilege to count with excelent names, nacional and international, and with them magnify the know how needed for a professional career.
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Genre
Beats Rap
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Peak #1,411
Peak in subgenre #466
Author
dj Tombo
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Homework Industries
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March 16, 2005
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MP3 2.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Collabo With the illest M80
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Seconds Flat Verse 1 Check Check 1, 2,3, In a millisecond a killer will speak, And spew heat in the form of bullets out of his grill piece, My will to be “world’s illest mc”, is what will be, You wanted me dead too bad all you did was thrill me, I’ll bomb back and return, geard up for combat, Then drop a nuclear warhead out of a tomcat, A misunderstood genius who’s conscience has gone mad, is letting lyrical rockets off of a launch pad, On track to shoot scuds and blow up hoods, Enough of that could and should, Shit it’s time to suck wood Fuck good, My goal is to be the best with the hardest of sounds, And power to rip your arteries out, To flow for million minutes straight, To never miss a day, to persistently keep spitting until earth disintegrates, Or till I’m dead, whichever one comes first, I’ll make this verbal gun jerk and keep shooting until your lungs burst, I could have done worse, imagine hate if love hurts, It’ll put you through hell till so your skin corrodes and puss squirts, Suck dirt you motha fucka I’ve heard enough words, Sorry I made you shit your pants, but tough turd, To sick to go unheard, I have such an urge to rightfully blow, I’ll regret it the rest of my life if I don’t, I want to hold microphones, and electrify folks, with high voltage jolts like a broken light post, I’m quite close to being more than a human being, I should sit inside museums, and get criticized by Europeans, Cuz I’m a walking, talking, work of art, and not exactly the one you want to start with, Freedom of choice means that I get to choose, Freedom of expression means I should feel free to express my views, Yet I’d travel to Neptune just for respect from you, Cuz freedom is another word for nothing left to lose. Hook 1 In today’s life there’s far too much stress to relax, Many of you rappers are going to be having major set backs, If you see where my efforts at, You need to respect that, I told myself I would shred tracks and never slack, You lost all your rights and now your being read the facts, This is the year of the Desert Rat, and he ain’t stepping back, I’m about ready to snap so I suggest you clap, We disassemble our weapons and reassemble them in seconds flat, Verse 2 This heat is melting your meat and you can’t seem to help it, I’m going to live out my dreams, And blow on more green than a whole team of Celtics, Step in my way get beaten and belt whipped, You think my freedoms selfish, You’ll be accordingly dealt with, If you took a single swing and I felt it, it’s all good, I’d cut through your skin quicker than carpenters saw wood, You think you’re bold, I guarantee you won’t dare, I’ll shatter your grill and leave your nerves exposed to the cold air, This world is full of empty hearts that just don’t care, So I’m leaping in the streets scaring people with road flares, Mophrere, will you tell me contraire, while I squeeze the trigger and blow heat at your head like Con Air, I’ll leave your long hair smoldering hot and implore you to watch, Beside you before your shoulder gets shot I just smoked a few viles and half a cutie pie, Now the combination of loop and lye got me feeling super duper high, Sometimes I feel like I can shoot through the sky and fly in the Milky Way with a shower of meteorites, Breaking the laws of gravity, you can’t read me no rights, I’ll steal your soul in the darkness like a thief in the night, Sleep with your wife and let her give me swell dome, Whether hell or home, whatever realm you roam, I’ll be sure you dwell alone, Hail to the chrome cadet, you don’t show him respect, vertebrae’s pop and joints crack where your bones connect, Blow them to shreds the second the wire extended from the receiver touches the wire from the speaker, I just want to sell my album retail, and describe disgusting scenarios with the most graphic detail, If circumstances don’t provide me the chance to prevail, then that means together as a team, we fail, Escape if you can today all but children and females are going to
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