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I'm not your average MC, been spitting for over a decade and writing for way longer. Getting good with making beats and playing the electric guitar. Music is ev
What's up Name is Lord Tenzo, and i've been doing this ever since i can remember. Started as a way to vent and move on with my life, but has quickly turned into the only thing that really defines me. Im getting good at guitar and been starting to make beats. Lived all over the place so my sound is real unique. Gangsta yet refined. I take this serious. I don't have any fear about not making it. Some people are meant to build cars, or catch footballs. I was born to rock crowds. Simple ya know? Smoke Budz -HB
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,407
Peak in subgenre #84
Author
Jimmy Cartel
Rights
2006
Uploaded
May 24, 2006
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:52
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He had Latin verbs dipped into vats of the rapid verse …Mappin turf spittin tracks fast as he tracked the earth Scouring terrain of the blacks and the Latin surfs …Entered in a city, small and silent from the lack of words He found the ground first on the bounds of a battered church …Dust had made a shell from the help of his back and shirt He thought he saw ghost on the post where he sat and turned …A stranger strapped in dirt, a saint? No it was a Latin nurse Standing there to run from the sun on her hat and purse …She tried to pick em up but she gasped at the gash and spurt Your attacked and worse! screamed the nurse and he Laughed at her …to grasp his nerve and lack of hurt, you’d have to ask of the past absurd travels on the gravel with the battles of the acid burns …but because the man was taciturn, it was a task to learn and afterwords he would take a drink and up n tackle terse …statements on the places where face had been attached to birth and where that had occurred, no one knows cuz the man was served …takes his alcohol, tips his hat and that man deserts [Hook] Soy el fantasma y soy el eterno I am the ghost and I am the eternal mi gente es libre, mi corazon es de hierro my people are free and my heart is iron los tiempos son dificil no me desesperare times are hard i will not despair no importa las condiciones triunfare no matter the conditions i will triumph She was taken hard, crime had succumbed to the hatin heart …Woman of the future but her place was a vacant part Never understood….why her name was a snake and narc …followed down the tubes by the jest of a latent farce Labeled for her history, and time’s amalgamation had …put a wrath upon her head and saw that she was taken back Never knew a good man, she was only raped and smacked …and so she’d shy away from the day that he came to pass Came upon a stranger’s path, crashed on the way to mass …tried to pick em up from the waist but it made him laugh She promised only help, but he felt in the way of that …was something held between them, and its something held between them bad tried as she did just to get a sentence structure …out of time and place find a way to let the venom juncture Spout it’s evil words…think…she bought the man a drink …and now he’s moving to the door, it’s opening and she blinks (Hook) The Mariatchi stands, bands off the block, with a strum and glance …Pick apart the tunes, of the loons with his thumb and hands Never knew a bad thought…only grew with the coming sands …Thinking on the fly, just a finger singer loving strands Basic in his rhythm but the twang would up and follow with him …Clever writtens swallowed and it’s never hittin hollow, listen He was writing love…but the sin was pushing all up in him … shocking to the media when he was struck n called the victim Walking on in vision, as a woman swept across him giving …chills and every step that he left was the cost to living Furious at life, and although she was a damaged wife …She had the opportunity to change but to manage strife She only shrank away, but the music man intrigued …So he mustered up his courage and he talked n caught her sleeve But the woman was in pieces, and she wanted to be free’d …so she drew upon her weapon and he tumbled in the weeds (Hook)
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