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Peak #7,044
Peak in subgenre #3,871
Author
Trill
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Eumundi Reocrds
Uploaded
September 16, 2005
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Lyrics
Making 5 beats a week like i'm on crack,
Cause I'm here to stay for ever and i'm gone rap,
About a year ago instrumentals is all i got,
Only used acid and fruity and even this this beat's hot,
Like it really matters what equpiment you got,
Aslong as you got a 6th sense for music,
Cats talk endless bullshit, cause they need excuses,
But the real deal is they dont know how to do this,
And a lot of producers, aint got no respect,
Only been a year and my beats sound better then your shit,
If you veterans dont spit, dont compare yourself to,
Who ever you're better then if you still quote them,
And for you rappers recording 4 lines at a time,
Take off your whole verse adlibs if you can really rhyme,
And I dont do songs on a punchline basis,
Cause i prefer to do it right in front of your faces.
Emcees, emcees,
They just talk and talk and talk,
They just talk and talk and talk,
Producers, producers,
They just talk and talk and talk,
They just talk and talk and talk,
Emcees,
They just big ego agorant,
Everybody they know are wack in comparision.
Producers
They just big ego agorant,
Everybody they know are wack in comparision.
Egypt – Verse 2.1 – Take 1
A bar's where you usualy buy drinks,
Thats what i thought when i first started writing,
But i stuck to it as long as i had fun with it,
It didnt matter who i had to run with then,
But, i stuck to it, unlike most people i knew,
While they were all too busy color cordinating thier crews,
I was up all night, not a glorious sight,
Not a care in the wolrd all i'd do was write,
Now you cant say shit cause everyone's a critic,
Well Everyone can go fuck themselves when they hear this,
I'm tired of these kids asking me abuot my accent,
Saying stupid shit like "he forces it when he's rapping",
The only thing i'll force is this mic up your ass,
Not even george could stop me from tightening my grasp,
So i gotta hit your speakers with lighting like raps,
With thunder so vicious it starts frightening yaw cats.
If hip hop was like chefs on tv,
I'd be a mix between Gordan Ramsey and Ainsley,
I'm serious like 10, here to win like nine,
The brightest star you've seen so forget the sun shine.
I put the H into hiphop, the I in improvement,
The Q into quality, the F into stupid,
The dish in the washer, the fish in the water,
The dick in your daughter, i ahh umm,
Maybe not the last one but thats not the point,
I put the weed in your paper and roll the joint,
No, thats not it either, but i'll make you a beliver,
Like when Nas gained respect, killing jay -z with either,
You punks get knocked out like ajit with one breezer,
I'm a threat to your lives, like Goku was to freezer,
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