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Reppin it for hip/hop and reppin it for Divine Aggression. Just tryin' to elevate.
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,717
Peak in subgenre #1,465
Author
Contendaz
Rights
@2003
Uploaded
March 29, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Contendaz the track masterful, fact tactical, rhyme blasting you/
Push through the clavicle, damage you//1
Everything you spitten is hurtin/
You got more stretched lines on ya stomach then on ya verses//2
All ya problems be eluding from me/
The truest emcee, I’m beatin’ rappers you just beatin’ ya meat//3
The heat of defeat, is makin’ both ya socks all wet/
I’m rhyming pebbles I aint even start rockin it yet//4
Don’t be scared the second I’m startin’ the ripen/
Don’t run away from me like you did to split vizionz//5
That’s a perfect example of how low you’ll stoop/
A bitch move like Beyonce was leavin the group//6
I’m heavin this dude, it’s time to analyze you son/
You got mad L’s and you don’t even smoke buds//7
Every time you rap, on every single track/
You sound like R2D2 was smoking some crack//8
You robot fuck, man I hold ya’ll up/
You wanna step to my game and I show ya’ll up//9
I normally eat emcee’s in only one sittin’/
But there’s enough of you to go around throughout New York City//10
Hold down, time for this show to break down/
I’m makin my rounds, White Flame ain’t makin no sounds//11
I’m takin the crown, Flame is just takin the hits/
And there aint no way in hell I’m losing this to Donkey Lips//12
Never that, cat’s always pushin my arm/
Then that shit’s getting personal like bush and sadam//13
Sit back and believe everything my words say/
Flames a top of fruitcakes and it’s no one’s birthday//14
There’s so many facts for ya’ll to observe/
Flame only in circles when it’s followed by jerk//15
I’m serving this herb, you gotta be the wackest on earth/
I’d rhyme circles around you but there’s not enough words//16
Hide ya insecurities cuz dog I’m on you/
Fuck pancake nipples, ya shits look like waffles//17
I’m against prostitution but I’m onto this hor/
Ya belly button trappin more lint, then a velour//18
I’ll grab your attention when I’m grabbin ya hair/
Tell you to step to the plate but you already there//19
You eating, probably have troubling breathin/
Ya heart ceasin the only way to stop this beatin//20
I’m famous for the tactics rappin up bombs/
You’re an infamous White Flame like Elton John//21
Don’t mess around don’t even step to ya fate/
Don’t be checkin the mic you should be checkin ya weight//22
I’m wreckin this gay, sendin’ him straight to hell/
Fuck the BCL, you should live in Audio Help//23
Flames gay he don’t even rap on this site/
He just talks about men and interacts with the guys//24
I’m writing up lava, cats know my shit is hotter/
Punch drunk, only when you fightin ya father//25
Recite what I got to anything thing just to damage this fag/
Cuz you white trash, like a group of albino’s in a garbage bag//26
This shit aint serious, it’s just a fuckin’ laugh track/
But Flame sucks, and I talking bout no fuckin back draft//27
The problem is, you keep on feedin ya ass/
You getting schooled in rap in the remedial class//28
I’m beatin’ ya ass with swift kicks and fists/
You just a little bit fruity like a Pepsi twist//29
This is near the end, I’m still tryin to put a hurt on/
A fat kid from Ohio who swims with his shirt on//30
This is the last bar, after I say it I’m gone/
Flames always get put out at the end of the song//31
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