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BANGER 1st joe smoke, 2nd mal-c, 3rd me, stax and problem child on the beat
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underground hip-hop, with metaphorical gritty sometimes even dirty lyrix bled thru microphone and drained with tha same passion tha pen bled with
just shut up and listen... a lotta new shit lately...don't sleep on it.... "ive grown ova time and thrown my mind into overdrive, but only my soul survived now it ghostwrites my dopest lines"
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #272
Peak in subgenre #110
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January 04, 2006
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:12
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i'm up on my weight and i'm movin again, prove to them, how real I am no matter my skin/ turrin all my tears and flipped the rep/they got my man locked up and i'm sick for him/ well all the days passed writting raps to escape/ no I'm full of the trap of the choices that I take/ I'm funna get ti crunk, thinkin how come/ a voice so young be movin like georege young/ walkin down tha road I picked my self/ by myself, reppin til I am felt/ I can't balame my pop's for leavin me abondoned swept in the cold phony homies left me stranded. I drop a tear for the thugs deceased in the streets where the warzone and the killers be/ belive I get high to relax my mind/ my mans doing nine like down to bed time/ my thoughts spinning give many thanks for my blessings/ so obsessed in the stress I started sinkin/ I'm brakin on the edge and i take a step/ mistakes that throw my life away in only a second/ hook i celebrate lik i just scored a touchdown/ look the city nigga even eatin brunch now/ i put the punch down, picked up the X0 got my munch on and pick up the X0 and now with sex mo you will see how be the first niggas in the city to sport a visu get his shit back, spti the truth tell ya that ya shits wack/click clack/ smoked like a nick sac dis n' dat n' who knows who and who and you know isn't half as important as who know's you/ livin and dying, givin in and tryin/ roughin punk bitches like i'm splitting the highman gettin tha diamond bruisin on tha dance floor/ don't even get mad shit I just dance mo/ order another round roll up another blunt there goes another slut hole all up in her but hook breathe in, swallow slow now breathe out whil I juggle clowns up& down boggled in the sound now it's switch baldes, seringes hollow tips and needles/ when misery sky rockets we just fuckin with evil/ don't give a f*** meanwhile I'm easin ya mind while i'm seein through these eye watchin worlds collide/ I don't play with the halo or let the head hang low as I tango w/ my shadow w/ a drink for a scapegoat I take clones by the throat in the flesh take the life from ya lungs and leave ya gaspin for breathe/ so does it make sense/ when you see me in the streets/ the way i never budge like I'm just happy to be so just breathe in, now breathe real out slow gettin lost in the zone to the thoughts I provoke this is all i know, so if this is a sin then I am one with the devil within/ now breathe in
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