Song picture
Acrobatic featuring Evan of Hilikus
Like
Playlist
Comment Share
Free download
me and mr. evan young flippin some dope shit over wu tang - triumph... a quick track
punchlines multi syllable
Punchlines, Underground, Multi Syllables, Twisted, Partially Insane, Funkadelic, musically inclined, oh so sexy
!!Master Of Ceremonies!! A true underground emcee with a love for all sorts of music. Be on the lookout for multi syllables, wordplay, and an array of punchlines. Real hip hop music to the fullest!
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • New School
Charts
Peak #1,576
Peak in subgenre #160
Author
MoC and Evan
Rights
My Music
Uploaded
May 28, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
MoC I choose to not flow just like the mainstream// juss cuz i dont yall fuckers choose to hate me// but lately, when the spit drops, the shits hot// originality's the definition of hip hop// face it, your basic, my styles not cynical// an individual whos goal is to stay original// hip hop is king, show some respect bro// make your chest fold, wack rappers feel the tech blow// as real hip hop music leaks thru my headphones// spittin butane as the punchlines bruise brains// if hes hatin me, ill bring the dude pain// whos lame? im slammin ya with lyrical stamina// me behind the mic? couldnt picture it with cameras// standin up for this hip hop revolution// how this shit clogs the airwaves is global confusion// producin this blueprint, the fusion of music// too sick, rappers get trapped in caskets// lyrics are blades, im graspin hatchets// I flip the script, cuz my styles acrobatic// Evan Young sadistic sadist, lay the greatest mind traps right past the back of skulls im callin cold craniums im done not with that, matter of fact the plane im on is driftin on the top of the horizon all eyes on the sky, defy gravity when i walk with brevity between here and any other scene many others run with haste to fall into another shape to stall out from the running state burning life with midnight oil royal tendencies that rob the decency from you and me its called calamity when you sit vacantly so absent you cant breath or talk back to me the hazy scenery enhanced by spring time greenery becoming the leaves of trees blowing slowly in the breeze MoC: testin your spirt when im sending the lyrics EY: near the clearest center spiral, all the while MoC: the styles wild child, emcees are in piles EY: ripped the smile of their face when they taste MoC: the great and tightest flow, blowin up microphones EY: blowin holes in the ozone layer with a pair MoC: of steel skeletons to crush em like elephants EY: a blast of alphabet cement we glue on you MoC: left with a bruise or two, our styles are rude and crude EY: we never lose our screws, 100% smooth MoC: with music thats movin the crowd if their stupid
Comments
The artist currently doesn't allow comments.