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Gotta Let It Go
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This song is out to fakers like Swiftkon & Shiehz. Here's just a note for ya'll, get outta rap, bi***es. Did this song with my boy, Lil Flea
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Ceasar Z, rapping up a new style for the people who are sick of hearing the same concept of rap today.
Born straight from the ghetto of Buffalo, NY, Ceasar had a struggled childhood. Influenced from the wrong people, and forced to do the wrong things, Ceasar demands to have his voice heard, as a troubled immigrant now living in Ontario, Canada. He chooses to rap for everything and everyone that is sick of hearing the same, boring concept of rap.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Charts
Peak #4,936
Peak in subgenre #337
Author
Ceasar Z
Uploaded
June 29, 2005
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Tired of all these bitches in the rap game, so I made of diss about 'em. That includes you, Swifkton.
Lyrics
East west north to the south fuck whit a stunna and get a shot in the mouth /call the cop on me cuz I dised u/ I fucked ur girl right next to u/ I made a lot of sacrufises to get game/ Half of u bitch thought id make it to fame/ now ur there sittin watchin me tho a tv hooked up to iv / I anit ganster but i know how to rime/shit nigga i be fuckin whit ur mind/whit my flows so tight/unlike girls tush / u going to beat me but u a little puss/ angry nigga cuz my lifes been fucked up/all my life I wish i’d wake up /from this dream/so it seams/I anit no softy if u think /ill make it so ur one eye cant blink Gotta let it go Fuckin bustas too slow What you got to show? Gotta know Why you won’t go Just go Twinkle twinkle upon a little star Wonderin who you mother fuckin bitches think you are I’m the ceasar, #1 crowd pleaser, don’t think I’m big spender just check my visa Tired of all these busters saying I can’t rhyme, When meanwhile all these fuckers never been in a crime, Just check it, kid, cause I’m now in my prime, A time for your inexistence and now’s the time Don’t wanna hear you bitches complain again, Cause you’ve never had any talent, now and then Fuckers, give it up, Fuckers whats up? Heard what you say about me and I’ve heard enough Lost my last nerve and time to draw line, Gonna make you bitches realize this game just ain’t yo sign Time to give it up, pick another thang, Cause you ain’t gonna get any praise from this gang
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