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Change Your Tone
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Hardcore gangsta rap. Using word play, this is one of the most cleverly written & hard hitting songs out.
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Hard hitting lyrical flows.
Big Diesel is a military minded veteran with strong and hard lyrical flows. With roots in Chicago, IL. & South Alabama, Big Diesel is the son of a military man and has grown up all over the United States & Germany. As a Marine, Big Diesel Was stationed in San Diego, CA.(MCRD San Diego & San Onofre on Camp Pendleton), Virginia Beach, VA. & Puerto Rico. Described by some as a Black militant, Big Diesel's hard hitting flows shows his strong stance on Black unity and his lack of tolerance for the whinny, hate mongers & race baters like Rush Limbaugh. Big Diesel believes that the true American conservative is the Strong Black grandmother and the old school Black teachers that believe in personal responsibility & keeping families together. Big Diesel is now making a lot of noise in Chicago, IL. & Gary, IN. Working with producer Chuck Burnz and with gangsta rappers Thirsty from Chicago & The W.O.R.S.T. in Gary, IN. Big Diesel is also looking foward to working with other Chicago artist like D-Fly from the Drama Ward.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,001
Peak in subgenre #158
Author
Big Diesel - Lyrics & Chuck Burnz - Beat
Rights
2005 Burnzone Productions
Uploaded
October 26, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 3.9 MB 128 kbps 4:13
Story behind the song
This song was motovatied by all The trash talkin, hatin' chumps with bad attitudes.
Lyrics
You betta change your tone if you’re talkin that trash.// Talking shit’ll get you prone to a kick in the ass.// Burnin up the microphone. Burnin up on these tracks.// We some hot mutha fucka leavin smoldering ash.// It’s the brawler.// The bullet in your chest installer.// The foot inserted in your ass until you fuckin hollar.// The over thrower.// The Ghetto Gangsta rapper flower.// The street racer.// The mutha fuckin engine blower.// The body dragger.// Stab you ‘till you fuckin stagger.// Have you yellin “Please forgive me!” like you Jimmy Swaggart.// The fight invoker.// The mutha fuckin life revoker.// Drench your clothes & stain the street. The bloody body soaker.// The widow maker.// The mutha fuckin undertaker.// The dead body sillo-wet out lined in chalk tracer.// The death supplier.// The minor problem magnifier.// Two things I hate is a thief and a fuckin liar.// The Black lister.// Dude, we ain’t in Bueno Vista.// Chi-town mutha fucker. This the home of Twister.// The gear shifter.// Sliding like a fuckin drifter.// You can run and try to hide but I’m ma fuckin get cha.// The news maker./ Making the news.// Big Diesel Mutha Fucka & I’m breaking the rules.// The lyrics that I kick is like singing the blues.// Shocking Brothas with my tactics, leave you dazed and confused.// Confused like a Cheeta,// In a Ford Festiva.// Trying to work the heater.// Not paying no attention to the gas meter.// I’m the Pack leader.// Acting tough & talking trash and stuff.// Get you ASS beat up.//....... The money snatcher.// The body from your head detacher.// The angry mob that’s out for blood & out to kill dispatcher.// So talk your shit mutha fucka and I’ll send them at cha.// And snatch your soul up out your body like a fuckin jacker.// Talking shit’ll get you merked on these streets.// That goes for snitches too if you work for police.// We taking up the arms, watch the violence increase.// That what you mutha fuckas get out here breaking the peace.// Shooting rounds as the bullets release.// Double crossing mutha be the first to decease.// When you look over your sholder, you’ll be facing a piece.// Could be the nigga in the Cutlass, Regal, or the Caprice.// Why mutha fuckas talking shit when they don’t wanna die?// Why they claiming that they kings when they don’t qualify?// Why these phonie mutha fuckas talking down on the Chi?// Mutha fuckas talking shit I punch you dead in your eye!// Rap music right now is at an intersection.// And most you phony mutha fuckas went the wrong direction.// I hear your songs & my ears need a disinfection.// Never thought you could perfect the art of imperfection.// The mystifier.// Got the flow to get you higher.// Burnzone’ll leave you blisters from the fuckin fire.// The satisfier.// Bumpin like a amplifier.// The coldest flow & coldest beat & coldest rap supplier.// The bass boom is like 1000 grenades.// Burnzone mutha fucka, underground & we paid.// We got the funky flow to astound your brigade.// In the county, up state, or even in the stockade.// When it comes to politics, man you know we don’t play.// Other rappers talk around it like they playing charades.// They’ll diss another nigga, but I they they afraid.// It’s that house nigga role they’re expected to play.// I never rest on a job till it’s done.// Business first mutha fucka, then it’s time to have fun.// Mistakes can be deadly, plus they cost you a ton.// But when I finish with my mission man I’m leaving ‘em stunned.// The cash flasher.// The hot tub water splasher.// The fat broad with the ghetto booty shaking smacker.// I only roll in Coupe DeVille’s they call me Cadillacker.// The heavy bass to make your woofers start to rattle master.//
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