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Battle Champion
I'm just a 17 y/o emcee tryin to make it big, writin my own music, whether by mic or text. I move around alot, displaying my skills to whoever will listen.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,444
Peak in subgenre #817
Author
Dezpotic
Uploaded
April 06, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Hook 1x: You cant hold this...Im like a rappin hot potato ~
Tongue-twista lift ya like my mouth caught tornadoes ~
Leave wack emcees drenched in more red than freshly cropped tomatoes ~
I copped the Halo. So put an X next to the box that says Ill drop ya fatal ~
Word by word, I elevate like escalators ~
No physical movements generated ~
My mental segregates in harmony like religious congregations ~
Contenders better pray for blessings before this Hell Spawn terminates em ~
I stay focused like meditations¡but Im Not From Concentrations ~
The rappin Tropicana eliminates all imitations ~
Consistent relentlessness. resistant to limitations ~
Flow like rivers in simulations. laid down with pens and papers ~
Honest explanations. never lie about sexual relations ~
Thats how I limit hesitations ~ double-edged tongue swift like metal razors ~
Im quick to spit sick wit venom gauges ~
Poisonous liquid infects written pages like its contagious ~
To replace my information would be quickly stated as outrageous ~
Hook 1x: You cant hold this...Im like a rappin hot potato ~
Tongue-twista lift ya like my mouth caught tornadoes ~
Leave wack emcees drenched in more red than freshly cropped tomatoes ~
I copped the Halo. So put an X next to the box that says Ill drop ya, fatal ~
Mic acrobatics flip like tossed coins to get rich ~
Heads couldnt get this if my lyrics were murder weapons and they had death wishes ~
My love for this music is equivalent to wet kisses ~
While most emcees today dont forget business and should regret spittin ~
Jet propelled missions, I spin heads with compositions ~
Direct ears to listen while minds still pay attention ~
I take mental expeditions to reach the inner realms of hip-hop ~
Sentimental propositions with intentions to avoid miscon- ~
Ceptions, Im lettin my sentence present the Defcon ~
1 Alert, outrageously hurt all fake emcees ~
Im made to be the bright shine on raps parade of Gs ~
Hearin that foul @#%$ flagrantly makes me rap angrily ~
Makes me wanna hang the game upside down, dangling ~
Detangling knots so raps DNA can be straight and sane again ~
Hook 1x: You cant hold this...Im like a rappin hot potato ~
Tongue-twista lift ya like my mouth caught tornadoes ~
Leave wack emcees drenched in more red than freshly cropped tomatoes ~
I copped the Halo. So put an X next to the box that says Ill drop ya, fatal ~
My objectives too complex to grasp the fast motion that pass ya ~
Vision, Im spittin selections too potent for NASA ~
Attach the microphone retracta to rap fasta, act as the mass enhanca. glance ~
I trance, ya mic stance couldnt match this commander while I snatch the ransom ~
I make handsome rappers look froggy, frontin like they saw me ~
The advent, the answer with syllable protein like raw meat, I draw heat. slander ~
With raw speech, meander across tall peaks, and all peeps, I challenge ya~
Across the stratosphere, Ill damage ya, shatter clear ~
Eyesight. ya ears couldnt handle, ya...scattered fears ~
Turn in to battered tears leering down to where ya ass is near ~
Lyrically rape emcees until they crack is smeared ~
All over the place. multidimensional rotors is placed ~
In position to rotate and power the roads in this space ~
Movin slow at this pace...for me ~
But youll see¡the speed will snatch the skin off ya face ~
I spin off, no trace and no case. no graceful vow out ~
Lace tracks like coke up ya nose to make ya wild out. then make u die down slowly~
Bow out.
Hook 1x: You cant hold this...Im like a rappin hot potato ~
Tongue-twista lift ya like my mouth caught tornadoes ~
Leave wack emcees drenched in more red than freshly cropped tomatoes ~
I copped the Halo. So put an X next to the box that says Ill drop ya, fatal
