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Just an emcee doing my thing... get at me
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#4,196 in subgenre
Peak #15
Charts
Peak #879
Rights
Flip Scripts Entertainment
Uploaded
September 02, 2005
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MP3 5.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Truth and Universal decided to diss me, so this is what I came back with..
Lyrics
Verse 1:
First off Universal, you gotta be a bitch
lookin' like a young Hova, with them dick suckin' lips
you a ladies man, you got 'em shakin' they hips
so, "hit the floor lil mamma, hit the floor" [Universal's lyrics to the song 'Hit The Floor']
your prolly the softest gangstah I know
so that comes to show
you commin' at me homie, somethin' I never expected
face it, you left flip script cause you felt neglected
attention, is what you was constantly seekin'
I told you to shut your mouth when the king was speakin'
a six minute diss, I ain't feel a word you spit
the only time I heard somethin' hot was the track in the skit
but if you stop and think about it
that's the only time you fuckin' wit one of my classics, you get it?
but yo fuck it
you got strings attached, you truth's puppet
Verse 2:
look truth you ain't tough, so quit actin' bold
you got shit fucked up, let the truth be told
you dissin' me, ain't the issue
half your verse you was dissin' the emcee's I looked up to
I didn't get my start
from Jin and 106 and park
you picked up a mic, due to a trend
you hate me cause I got cheddah to spend?
so yeah, I'mma go to college
and yeah, I'mma get that knowledge
so eventually I'mma make the top dolla's
so if you need help again, don't be afraid to holla
and I'm hot now, so the charts don't lie
lesson one, don't bite the hand that you get fed by
and lesson two
never take on an emcee that's level's higher than you
and this is school, so welcome to -- How To MC
you the perfect example of what not to be
let's flashback to the personal issue
your dad left and guess what? he never missed you
you ain't half of me homie, not even a portion
I guess I fucked up, I should of paid for your abortion
your mother says you a disgrace
you a piece of shit, a waste of space
I'm somethin' you need, sorta like the air you breathe
lets go back in time before you was concieved
lets end your life before it started
you hotter than me? I'm gonna blame your parents for bein' retarded
"you do anything if you put your mind to it"
that's bullshit, even Ray Charles can see through it
when I heard you dissed me, I took it lightly
I use my words as fists, you don't wanna fight me
Verse 3:
the shit that you spit, get cut up like a c-section
you commin' at me, you musta lost your sense of direction
your diss was a stunt, a scandle
you buggin', but that ain't a job my can of raid can't handle
you tryin' to get cake? that's coo, but don't touch my plate
you couldn't take me out, even if this was a blind date
fuck around and you'll get served, but I ain't talkin' like Omarion
you know I'm serious, the way I got my game face on
you ain't a artist, ain't a rapper, you's an acter
"lights, camera, action" then you get to rappin'
dissin' TRUTH can boost confidence on a scale, and you can tell
my fitted cap been the same size so you know my head didn't swell
you know me on a personal level, you know me pretty well
so you know I'm capable of makin' your life a livin' hell
your in denial, put your pride aside, put it away
your first album, is used as an ashtray
til this day, now what you got to say huh?
hit up mtv quick, and you better get made
I guess you was in the game after all, the way you got played
and you gottah be a dick the way you get jerked and murked
you hotter than me? I don't see how that works
you can never walk in my shoes, nor walk my route
you got an ear for music? nah, I ripped your ear drum out
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