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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#124,349 today
Peak #235
#3,497 in subgenre
Peak #8
Uploaded
February 20, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:31
Lyrics
u want some beef, ima give it to u raw, uncut,
words precise like tiger wood's last putt, man
ya time's up, u aint never goin to hollywood
sweep ya name off the charts, like i prolly should
i dont need to be exposed to ace this,
if this was P2F (Paspot 2 Fame), you'd still be stateless
this kid's claimin that's hes better than me anyday
but he chokin like, "whose line is it anyway?"
rappin like a kid high in a rave
knock the "Z" off the "Peace", then Brunei is safe
i'll hit u up with a battle track and a hot song
ya face turnin purple like haji apong
when i spit on the microphone man
they'll mistake ur lame ass for the microphone man
he tryna keep it gangsta like a topless young buck
whats next, drive bys in lambak?
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(r), they call me that when im on
(e), im out to call a battle
(z), peace to your name already
(a) before this shit goes heavy
brace yourself, the first bitch up for the heat
this ain't the appolo, u gettin tripped by your own feet
its your mistake, on the microphone im wreckless
im the hot shit, they took u for some frozen breakfast,
and this beat makes my raps, worth more than ya necklace
hazards of the game, so stick this in ya checklist
ur pants wet, i even got u cold to ur feet,
as soon as im done ud prolly start wetting your sheets,
like ron jeremy i'll come in bustin nuts on your cheeks
or your mouth, so open wide, and fire i'll feed,
so much heat i make the muthafuckin flame taste sweet
game's over, leave, dont look over your shoulder
keep soundproofing your studio with empty can holders
this is real, not your average local bullshitter
like TJ's tracks, urs are labelled as litter
pure garbage, u better start paying some homage
beg to differ, get ready for some lyrical carnage
leave u and ur crew, beggin for ghostwriters
screamin why the hell did u resort to being dickriders
u couldn't relate me to your raps, so why claim to be a fighter
(r), they call me that when im on
(e), im out to call a battle
(z), peace to your name already
(a) before this shit goes heavy
you pussy emcee with a capital V. im better off masterin kyodai's tracks. haha. its all friendly.
