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Peak #13,858
Peak in subgenre #7,819
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February 13, 2003
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Lyrics
No chance slore …I’m dope as fuck
rip my foes and even they demand more…
Cuz tonight my slugs will dance …and use you chest as a dancefloor…
I’ll smash whores… and if bruises represent wealth you about to have it all..
Actin sassy Con will accel…bringin you hell… you might have been rbls best…
But be real and give it a rest… Cuz I aint havin this nonsense…
So I am flarin with more arms then them bombs in vietnam kid..
in rbls popularity contest.. you mack..
But in fact…you aint messin with conscience….
Addicts be sniffin my lines.. becuz I’m raw with my rhymes…
Everytime I’m droppin a dime..and I aint havin no maybe…
Cuz theres more to bein a rapper then jus tryna act shady…
Theres no way to fade me… cons straight amazin…
Blowin foes away …with the truth…I’ve been better then you…
Kid I mentored you … This just aint competitive dude..
I’ll rape you and dip and get head of you too…
put lead in you fools..Theres no frontin envolved..
Cuz I’ll keep punchin and run a rollercoaster on ya jaw…
..I’ma tryna rock the mic and blast the gats off..
But every time I hear ya voice… I laugh my ass off…
Hatin on ma city…Now its about to get shitty
whit gloves on cuz I’ll have to knock the crap off…
Now wuddup motherfucka will you never learn…
As long as you aint dope…you’ll never get a turn…
Fuggin with that hip hop you bout to be exposed…
Cuz you’ll never be emcee… you’ll always be a ho…
Naw you aint beatin me….look junior…this conscience…aka strike…and in case you didnt get the picture…this is why you’ll never beat me…
Check it…
Strike is like!
Murder one without a gun..before the risin of the sun…
Victim floatin with the fluids in the harbor…
I’m like the feelin you get when seein your abusive father..
Intrusive when concernin armor…but when it comes to death I’m always calmer…
kinda like…when lightnin strike… and yer left in trauma…
a chill runs down ya spine…I’m clowinin guys…
if your songs reflect your thoughts you cant be sound of mind…
Your da type of dude to drown in rhymes…
And its true…you a roach a rat a faker.. a fool…
And this dudes old school so if you gon take me
Then ya best to think again…
When conscience speaks …you should be listenin ..
Its always wrong to resist me kid…
Like when i told yer dad not to stick it to that bitch…
Now tell me… if I’m right cuz even dough I went to school…
I find it strange that a moron plus a moron gets you…
I cant get it trough…now I know life aint fair…
But its harsh that instead bein twice the moron they are…
you became a moron squared…!
But instead of stop and stare I’m knockin fakes… who aint ill enough run the game…
I’m sonnin blaze…Strike is starrin leavin blaze..black ballin…
Cuz fightin strike is like runnin with death then trippin and fallin…
Theres no jumpin the gun… I’m sorry dude but death has come upon you son
Your all bein drawn to the power of the one… The lord of the ring…
So when you step in this shit.. its all over kid…
Cave in ya face,,, cuz erasin blaze is like…gettin pussy in the late night
I do it for kicks… on your way to death I’m your chauffeur
Dunn I know ya…and now that everyone else does..your 5 minutes of fame is over…
