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An old school hip-hop head with a futuristic flow & unique style.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #195
Peak in subgenre #91
Author
Chuckie
Uploaded
May 08, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 3:00
Lyrics
You food for brute swine I shoot crime through blue line
Cardiac arrest, who’s next & who’s lying?
I’m a giant to u small fries, punk play the fall guy
Soldier, intellectual with the hawk eye
Multi taska blast ya while smack a
Bitch on the ass asking her who’s yo master?!
Life move fast don’t it?
That’s why I got plans in the sand -- two sluts, two Coronas
two hands on pussy while I write up wisdom
fuck a pen a got the ‘06 voice recognition
in the system, idioms I twist em
letters in the alpha catch them, pistol whippings
im bold & I’m venomous sewing up chemicals its the chemist
aint no solders and a gentlemen, I’m a solder and a veteran folk
my persona’s drama let me get u up on this culture
I be the most epic west side story tucked in a holster
Slight flame, detected in a black range
I twist to maintain u smoke to act strange
Set banger nah aint claiming true thug…
But scuff up my new Luggs & u caching two slugs
Oops upside ur head
Sike it’s a figure of speech u the wigger of the week..
U week, money aint in rap, im bout to prove it
While on the internet arguing bout some stupid shit
Pass the stank dank I’m laughing at the bank
Box u out of the paint make u pay for my drinks
Don’t hate the playa blame the game homie
Don’t trust nobody is what pain told me
I got cronies crooked like abstract graffiti on the wall
Crooked like the fog line after the last call for alcohol
Whatever it take to win by all means…..ya know?
Folk on the left know
I cake off at face offs, diamond money in the vault
while u throwing dough into video poker so Peter could pay Paul
parasites get off me! walk with shit motley..
naughty rhyme sayer, every verse is Godly
I done played em off with a dope style..
Thought it was the flow caught up in it meanwhile
They went back and seen the lyrics was hot
Its what swallowed em up & got em got!
Hovering above the hate to break, off these fools that’s hella-fake
DJ crack a crate emcee debates will get draped in yellow tape
Ima back-to-back win this shit, ima handle my business quick
Who? Me myself & I that’s like 10 of us bitch…
Im Mike Jordan and Karate mixed on joints
When competition come at me I go after the ‘pressure points’
Get it? my shit kitted on the strip, huggin it
Wrist flicking a cigarette but out from the bucket like fuck it
Humboldt nugget in pocket, snap crackle the block lock it
hot surplus in my sock, it’s time to shop shit,
The ally in LA straight up heisting the place
Two nice, icy bracelets shooting shine to ya face
Rockin’ a rocky Rolex perpetual respect, coming correct
Stepin out of a Lexus into the Casino next its some hoes on deck
