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Just a song ta callout these n***s that fake on me, tha ones that say they down for somethin, but just lyin about it...
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Hot audios, some real inspirational raps on here, also some stuff you can dance to, some battles and also some freestyles. If you lookin for a diverse page, you
Welcome to Blazin World. Turn ya speakers up and open ya heart and soul..
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,391
Peak in subgenre #791
Author
Blazin
Uploaded
May 27, 2005
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:41
Lyrics
[Verse 1] I come wit strong arms ta fight storms/ Droppin long bombs on estrogen based life forms// Blow up a portion of ya town/ And keep a pump to ya stomach for tha cheapest abortion around// And ya boys some clowns/ So I dump heat like a diet, I'm about ta lose some pounds// Look, I don't see tha point of hatin/ But go ahead and open ya mouth see if I don't point tha 8 in// I leave lastin traces, of passive hatas/ Fightin back massive waves of, these passin racers// So feel my exasperation/ As I rap ta blast these wack creations// I laugh fa days when ya'll askin favors/ Beyond ya'll bases, way past adjacent// Can you grasp what I'm tastin? When I'm extractin flava's/ Cuz I eat these rappers like mastication// [Hook] *Improv Talking* [Verse 2] I'm sicka den all these fake thugs/ And I keep salt wit me, so I neva take slugs// Ya'll betta beg forgiveness when da kid get in this/ Cuz I'm eatin all ya food, without thanks for givin// Niggaz get banged for spittin/ I done battled plenty heads that came wit writtens// And when ya girl hungry she put her knees near my feet/ But if ya bitch frigid den I'll skeet wit tha heat// ~ Ta drop fire is so simple/ And I pop iron like pimples ta leave ya pockmarked wit dimples// I'll rip you this ain't no game/ Cuz ya'll probly swallow more white when you ain't hittin tha cane// [Hook] *Beat Only* Where I'm from, niggas know I spit that heat/ Tha clips that eat, from ya lips to ya hips and feet// You'll get ripped by me, so why rhyme/ It's my time cuz ya shine smaller den circumsized dimes// Stop cryin and watch as I flame tha mic/ And smokin rocks is tha only way ta keep blazin white// Ya'll takin flight, you wanna split tha scene/ Let you see me drive-by and make these gangstas lean// ~ I spit obscene families be fearin me/ I'm splittin emcees hemispherically// When you nearin me, tha guns blast/ Ta leave a hole in ya chest as a shortcut to ya back// Niggaz get shook cuz when I'm watchin ya/ You probly tha first in a cast like Denzel Washington// I'm poppin ya when I'm grippin a tec/ It's rippin ya chest ta leave more holes than a mitchell 'n ness//
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