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Yo Am A Solo Artist, Write Ma Own track's and Make'n Some of ma own beats
I write with emotion, And spit about real thing's
that i have seen in life
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,177
Peak in subgenre #92
Author
Prospect Fury And Dynamic
Rights
Yes
Uploaded
October 23, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
It's all about Multi's and just pure cypher style,
Lyrics
Tittle = Multi Talented
beat - Fat-Joe - lean-back Beat
Producer - Shaun Jones Of 2 die for entertainment
Yo dynamic promotin my name…flowin again
Over the same flow…this time both of us came
To show you again how its dun…im holdin this game
Like a bolder with chains that im throwin it at ya dome for the pain
Ya'll Knowing ma Name, The Guy With Prospect's
Subliminal Words And Verb's Spitting Hard Objects
I Let the rythem Inject, My Verbal Dieolect
I Connect To Erect And Gain Ma Respect
Watch the rhyme effect the minds of vets
They wondering why my lines are devine cos I take time with tests
Give me a guy to test…my intellect is at its highest
Im aint tired with rhyming cos I will start rhyming less
Ma timeing the Best, At Spitting Deadly-Sins
Got a medly-Of-Wins Like a God Ta remembering-these-things
Am Flying-With-Wing's Taken on Wah The Air-Brings
Dethroning-Kings and Promoteing-The-Uk-Earthlings
Spittin obsurd things…who cares what my verse brings
Well the herbs think im wack so my verse is bringing back
The singing that put you to shame the most
I blame the hoes…they brought pain now im takin over with amzin flowin
Am Phazein-Not-Knowing About Ma Album-Hit's
Ma Tantrum-Fit's Like a Ghost With Phantom-Scripts
As The Lightening-Hit's Ma Fighting-Fists
and am riseing Like the Submarine Ships
Done with lean kids…who jumpin up to see scripts
That I have keyed with a mean fist…cos im lovin this mean spit
Im getting a feelin that people are wonderin how
We pumpin these nouns and sound like a thunderin cloud
I see Bloundering-Frown's Dropping-From Faces
As They See Prospect Fury Stopping-The-Rasist's
Liveing Life On-A-New-Basis, That ma Minds Created
New Rhyme's New Beats That Leave Ya Skill's Obligated
Rip lots of haters…spit blocks of phrases
Grip lock ya faces…an scrape the grit off ya grin an hit ya hard as cases
Discard-Ya-Places to Subcide-Ya-Bases
Getting You All Wound Up Like ya Tieing ya Laces
I charge away with…the largest payslip
Cos im greedy…if you hate this I will harm ya faces…and discard ya facelift
I'll Place-God's-Gift On Ma Lyrics That Are Sick-With
Ma Multi's And Metaphores Fitted-With-Adlibs
Taste my fists…wrapped in blades that slit
Ya faces quick like razor tips…I slay ya kids
An so you wont talk I erase ya lips…theres no saving this
Say your ish…but you make me sick so I may bring pain to plagerists
With lazer aims an this is great for wrists
Place mase on ya chick so when you take a kiss your creatin sick
Stood On Thin Ice But Were Skateing Thick
Against-This-Chick Who wants me To Be equipt
Whilst She's On Her Knee's Mouth Fucking Ma Dick
Put ya Pen Downson Ya writeing With-A-Lisp
I hate Beef Thats why am Fighting-With-This-Bitch
Try Selling Like Walker's And I dont mean the crisps
Yo, believe in this…cos son your busted
Claim your bustin but no cos your gun is rusted
Im takin my time…dynamic done with rushin
Go back to the butler cos your done an dusted
Im Diamond-encrusted Because u like the Gem's
Emerald's For Pussy And Zercona For Friends
I've flown over To End's For A Life to defend
Raps Are like clothes The way Am Setting this Fashion Trend
Your stepping an messin this rappin trend…
Im forgettin my friends cos I adore rappin wonderin when this passion ends
Am Lashen-Out-Amend's To Set a new Standard
My Mind's Evolved, On tracks To Be demanded
Rap it…I elevate like gravities low
Slappin ya family tho blast ya…watch ya cavity hole magically grow
Aint sane with insanity tho…I dramatically go
At faster speeds than rappers weed getting imported…im known to have a vanity flow
I Hate Tranny's And Hoe's Thats Why Am -Breaking-Ya-Nose
And Ya Style's Old, like ya Granny Giving Low Blows
Im livin low…spittin tho…rippin flow in the high life
I cyph right like tight guys who like rhymes to be shined bright
i Rhyme-tight Yeah Like For a Timed-Fight
and I Shine At Times Like ya Turning On
