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Step Up To Me
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Very well written song if I say so myself..read-along with the lyrics. That's all..just do what I say.
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A vibrant, new rapper from Pittsburgh. Still perfecting his craft. Provides comedic energy as well as serious thought provoking lyrics his music. A real eye-ope
It all started when I was about 11 or 12. I would freestyle on the bus just jokin' around and such. My first song I ever recorded was called Big Balls In Your Soup (code for teabaggin') and it is LITERALLY an instant classic around here to the 75+ people in my old school of Shaler who bought the tape. The tape was meant to be a shocking, fucked up look at the mind of Bradster X, and it was fucked up nonetheless. Teachers were appaulled at the things I would say, as were students and parents. I sold/gave away this mixtape (which is mostly on this website) called 04-05 Sessions. Some of the shit was older than '04 but whatchagonnado. Visit Myspace.com/bradsterx for new songs I'm workin' on now for the new mixtape. Keep in mind, this is for fun. In no way and I'm trying to be "hard" to any extent of the word. Some songs are more on the serious side but majority of my songs are tongue-in-cheek tunes. It's meant for entertainment and it's fun for me to do and honestly, I'm probably better than half you mother fuckers reading this shit anyway so kiss my ass for hating.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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#77,625 in subgenre Peak #48
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Peak #1,244
Author
Brad Marshall
Rights
2005
Uploaded
January 31, 2006
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:04
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Very well written song if I say so myself..read-along with the lyrics.It's basically about, I can't freestyle but gimmie a pen and I'm a machine...check it...
Lyrics
My flows immaculate, asshole haters constantly jockin' it One listen would leave the room spinnin' like Neurontins did You're not from Compton, kid. unstoppable constant spit Leavin' your noggin' split, everytime I rhyme, it's sick Drop the beat when I complete the acapella I'm compelled to release the beast inside of me I swear to God, when I clutch the mic I stay honest Fuck you, if you don't feel what I accomplished I'm the definition if your clueless to what top notch is I'm fresh, your styles over used and rotten Every album you released just flopped and Nobody likes your beats they to soft Bob your head to my production, it sucks you in Like a sinkin' ship in the middle of the ocean Floatin', tryin' to survive, you die Nobody cried, 'cause nobody even knew you were alive (Any rapper step up to me I can't freestyle that's a certainty I write good music that's amusin' see But I'm immune to you talentless acts grabbin' mics Any rapper step up to me Gimmie a tight beat and I erupt you see Truth is this game is corrupt to me I intervene with a nice track for you dykes) I took half your medicine tablets in your cabinets (I'm) the man of many bad habits, many laugh at this You wouldn't get the point if I was tossin' out javelins I'm the weed in your joint and the plaque on your cavities (I'm) the chemical imbalance inside passion (This rap shit?) man you cannot detach this (My talents?) Shit, you don't even know the half of it Any negativity towards me, is inaccurate Fact of the matter's you're disgusting When compared to the rest of the general public Equivalent to nothing, it's been tried and tested I've seen more skills on the towels I wipe my nut with Usual suspect but to scared to commit crimes Just yet 'cause you're balls haven't dropped little boy So before you start talkin' this abyss of bullshit Know that I can and will bring the noise (Any rapper step up to me I can't freestyle that's a certainty I write good music that's amusin' see But I'm immune to you talentless acts grabbin' mics Any rapper step up to me Gimmie a tight beat and I erupt you see Truth is this game is corrupt to me I intervene with a nice track for you dykes) Everytime the beat drops it's like somethin' in my head Pops, I should keep the brain locked instead These people ain't ready for what I have to say, bitch Nameless but still on you're girl's arm like bracelets Head spinnin' like tornadoes that wiped out your city While I write down the rhymes 'cause I freestyle shitty Don't listen to the masses, open your mind To the white kid with glasses, one more time The ladies get the wrong impression, I'm not a perverted man I just understand sexual frustration So when I see you undressin', I'm a flirtacious man Lend a hand to your proposition I've been known to be a little passive aggressive So test my patience and you'll be left inside the back of hearse I'm known to be a little too gracious That's why I seem nice when I'm mentionin' your name in a verse
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