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Lyricism, rap, hip hop, ChaneReactioN
Hey, its ChaneReactioN, formerly known as CrAcKa-JaCk, have fun wit da music
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Just was freein and decided to record it
Lyrics
I got it so get it, You want it so hit it, Hot topic, I spit it, Im so sick wit it
and quick witted I make yall get ya brains evicted, Do....You....Want...This....
Insane spits from an insane brain, it's, Not just hit n miss its spit and diss,
Hit and quit, Aquit an dissmiss, this case from the face of the earth grown spits
from an ape thats cursed, Snake ya purse for the change and place you in the dirt,
cuz im the worst, ever to curse, better, than the first, competitor, And this shit
was just off the head so it's just, whatever...
Freestyle spittin, man fuck the writtens, I'd rather be spittin blind folded in a
kitchen, Than listen to all these bastards bitchin, bout how my writtens, look
like a masterpiece crafted with laser guided precision, That way there's no
dissin, its just my mission, To let these cats know how I feel just wit this
spittin...
Spit for spat and tit for tat Ill go rip for rap, riff to raff, whichever you
want, first spit to final draft, Got the clip to drip the spinal tap, Final laugh
as you let out your final gasp, and thas just how....it....goes.... When it comes
to flows you know that I go so schizo, I just go, to slit throats, of lisp hoes in
twenty diffrnt zipcodes, tip toe, so no tongue slips, And bend hoes, back faster
than a pack of limbo, goers And half ass rhyme flow-ers, Got em flyin faster than
a snow blower, and that's just cause im much colder....
Freestyle spittin, man fuck the writtens, I'd rather be spittin blind folded in a
kitchen, Than listen to all these bastards bitchin, bout how my writtens, look
like a masterpiece crafted with laser guided precision, That way there's no
dissin, its just my mission, To let these cats know how I feel just wit this
spittin...
One tock on the clock I stop your tickin like a broken watch, So lock the block,
Cuz Im up on the job, dirty like a trailer slob, Turn the knob prepare to bob,
weave and leave cuz i got my second wind so yall better believe, Im about to flip
like rainy leaves, And leave everyone in this room unable to breathe, like they
all caught the same disease, a million degrees, and risins so it's not surprising
how much despising im getting from all these kids eyein me, tryin me, Tryin to pry
at me, spy at me, and ultimatly see my demise, ha, please, I smoke em like a pound
of trees and leave like a ho, straight down on their knees...
Freestyle spittin, man fuck the writtens, I'd rather be spittin blind folded in a
kitchen, Than listen to all these bastards bitchin, bout how my writtens, look
like a masterpiece crafted with laser guided precision, That way there's no
dissin, its just my mission, To let these cats know how I feel just wit this
spittin...
Cuz this shit's a free so you cant touch the writtens, no tellin how much of a
fellon imma be when im spittin from my melon, So I'm tellin yall now quit the
yellin or Im gonna hafta start the shellin, and then im back in a cell in, Some
cellar dungeon wonderin just how to plan the escape, Plottin the spots in which
imma break the guards legs, and make a break for the gate, slip through and
escape, right back into the sunny day, yeah I know the police are their way, but I
got too much to lose on this very day, So I gotta keep very vague and blend in
with the crowd, cuz one of these cats might try to put me down, back in the ground
where I was before, only this time I dont get a window and they gonna weld
together my door....
Freestyle spittin, man fuck the writtens, I'd rather be spittin blind folded in a
kitchen, Than listen to all these bastards bitchin, bout how my writtens, look
like a masterpiece crafted with laser guided precision, That way there's no
dissin, its just my mission, To let these cats know how I feel just wit this
spittin...
