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I'm a conscious rapper, that likes to battle on the net.
bdotones - the rapper
holla at me.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,227
Peak in subgenre #30
Author
bdotones
Rights
none
Uploaded
March 14, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:59
Story behind the song
I battle him before and got jerked, so I watered down the lyrics, and added more personals
Lyrics
you never drank no liquor, never rolled no weed, you said I’m like Jay-Z, I say you like Memph Bleek
I say you like my seed, cuz you like my deeds, shit you asked me to be in ABG
But I said no pah, shit you broke pah, bustin’ rhymes, lookin’ like a broke spliff star
You a bitch god, wanna roll bitch hard, I got a brother, homie you can be my sistar
I’m who you wanna be, proof you a wanna be, you from the south but you claim you from the east
Claim Chicago but live in Arkansas, go to church daily, but claim you bark in war
Octamo and MVP know you brittle, if ya pops was gangsta, then why you so little
Buck twenty soaking wet, rollin wit a loakin’ set, sure ya pops protects you like a Trojan set
Stick ya dick in aids, you still aint sick wit it, lend my sons diapers, you couldn’t shit in it
Ya dick aint hittin’ shit, you still grippin it, only pussy you got was condemns wit ribs in it
Added multies, Random shitted on ya skills, my flow your blue print it was written on the real
Crispy and the Key made the Commission hot, but it broke, you the reason, that it flopped
IM’ing me about how to colab, sent the verse, you said your part was ass
Now I ask who the best UK to Asia, Canada to US, who making paper?
I teach homey get ass, from failing kids moms, I send a 6th grader, watched you get pissed on
call R.Kelly, he’ll let you get on, he likes molesting girls with half wit songs
Peeps in ya hood say NY‘s the shit, no one in my hood knows where Arkansas is
Homie I been nice before you knew what rap was, back when you thought burned bugs was a hot slugg
Back when you got your mouth washed out with soap, I was battling Jae Mills, before your first post
Just a year ago, you aint spit no raps…and though playing catch was a fucking throwback
You’ll get signed when armless men hold bats, like unlicensed dentist you got no placks
After this loss, you’ll write a book in one post, your aids line was wack, No one got the joke
From Real, to Primal, Key to FB, every one on TB fucking knows me
8 months in I’m a fucking OG, they vote for you, cuz you fucking OD
Convincing peeps who think you trash to like you, dissin’ every emcee that didn’t like you
Every one say EZ, heres some advice dude, if they like ya style, they’ll fucking bight you
ABG growing bigger 20 men strong, you never lead a crew since the day you been born
If you so nice, you wouldn’t try so hard, penny for every time you wined, oh god
If I was ½ of YGB I’d be bitch, the truth is, he just a nigga with a clit
I get credit homie, plastic, better than bag, Cha-ching, you still beggin from ya dad?
Burger king worker, thugg god worship, real life punk, on line yelling murder
How you going platinum with STD when No one heard yall, out side of TB
next time you call me out, put up a bet boy, where’s your demo?, memo, you just make net noise
And I watered down the flow, so you could pick it up, not crazy, but YGB spittin nuts
I got his spinal chord here, he aint spittin’ back, nigga feel violated like prizon ass
ez
