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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #702
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
Hitman aka The Verbal Apocalypse
Rights
yes
Uploaded
November 25, 2005
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
watching fake artists on channel u
Lyrics
1st Verse
Listen up, what I’m reciting is stank,
Smart nigga, make my doe and stick it right in the bank,
Don’t need to talk about shooting or taking lives with the shank,
I’m a real British rapper, never biting the yanks
Come with my own shit,
Never on that clone shit,
Never be promoting niggas that’s toting and rolling with that chrome shit,
Fair enough I know breddas that roll in the slums,
Holdin them guns,
Front, they putting holes in your lungs,
Feel no way to take your life whether you’re old or you’re young,
But the real niggaz doing that would be holding their tongues,
Cos real G’s know they’re G’s
Aint got nothing to prove,
They aint gonna be begging gullyness and fronting on grooves,
Fakes are influencing youngsters now we got them confused,
No wonder I’m always hearing someone got shot in the news,
Whenever I listen to rap I hear the same shit,
Niggas spitting lame shit,
The majority just wanna claim sick,
But I keep it basic,
That’s why my game’s sick,
Don’t give a fuck if the industry is against Hit,
Ur going by the same script,
And it’s my time to flip it,
Recognition it’s my time to get it cos I rhyme terrific,
And every line’s specific,
Give me the microphone I’m bound to rip it,
Reach ya with lyrics deeper than the pacific
If you aint speaking truths then I suggest it’s time to zip it
Cos I always keep it real even though my mind’s explicit,
U see my black arse? Well you’ll be bowing down to kiss it,
I’m getting recognition and props in every town I visit,
I rhyme exquisite
A professor in rhyming physics
Colder than the blood you’re finding in amphibians and lizards
Colder than blizzards
A wizard on the microphone
Infamous like al capone
Show my expertise when I recite a pome
It’s just too deep
I’m unique
Got enough lyrics to spit constantly for two weeks
With no break
I flow great
Verses refreshing like colgate
That’s why I’m looking to eat the whole cake
I never roll bate
Don’t give a fuck niggaz can still hate
Cos I know I’ll be stackin like bill gates
Most of these rappers are real fakes
spit enuff wetness to fill lakes
but they still manage to get the ill papes
I’m gonna make it cos my skill’s great
I will break
And when I do, I’m having a field day
Chorus
Ohh babyyy, you gotta keep it real, keep it real, keep it reallll
i said (x2)
Verse 2
the more talented u are, the more likely niggaz will hate more
they poor
while every lyric of mine is straight raw
pay more attention to what i'm speaking
i stay more relevant
origins are african like elephant
when it comes to battles then its guaranteed i'll slew a foe
truer flow
and it sounds fly like a UFO
tight like a jew with dough
this nigga's got more ballz than a game of snooker yo
ur chickz buff, but the ones i get are cuter though
me being the best dats undisputable
and my barz r dutty like verruca toes
you'll never find me front of cameras with a stupid pose
never find me juicin up no stupid hoes
never find me claimin dat im shootin bro's
i'd rather do the shows
moneymaking stackin up the loot and dough
blud i make rappin sound easy
never sound greezy
spittin til my voice goes, and chest turns wheezy
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