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Battles, Source, Freestyles, Hip Hop, Rap, Commercial, Mainstream, Underground
Get At Me.
Song Info
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Charts
Peak #5,017
Peak in subgenre #153
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
July 26, 2006
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MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:56
Story behind the song
The Notorious B.I.G. Feat. Twista & Krayzie Bone - "Spit Yo Game"
Cassidy & Mos Def - "Monster Music"
Mos Def Feat. Pharoah Monch & Nate Dogg - "Oh No"
50 Cent - "I'll Whoop Ya Head Boy"
Lyrics
Rest In Peace to The King Of New York, I remember how I felt when they evened the score /
Front page cover Time, Vibe, even the Source, But then time flies, matter fact speakin of Source
I was keepin it raw, since two thousand / Spittin the flows, that which you now swim
Inside Outside, Left To The Right / Which one Jabs want, Left or The Right
The rest wanna fight, leave me fleein warrants / Think you want beef nigga? Peep the chorus
Smoke so much green I'ma need a forest / Fuck Florida you just squeezin oranges
I'm eatin aura's, shittin out ego's / Ain't know I could flip styles now he knows
How we roll, hard to the core / Bring ya whole squad we can brawl on the floor
Arms for the war, I got nukes and tanks, fools to shank, show you how to pull some rank
Rude and stank, them the type of bitches I fuck wit.... You an undercover homo, a nigga that suck dick
But trust this, Rap Flava bound to allow it / Source Vs. Blah Blah A whole lotta growlin
Wu Tang, Dude Bang, Not In Shaolin / Lay ya track down, I'll run laps around it
The crowd wanna cheer for me, cuz fearfully, many emcees is scared me
I'm here for free, courtesy of myself, don't hold my wealth, nigga heres the fee
The realest G's, meet me at half past noon / Dude wanna duel, I can rap fast too
A bag of flu is what I'm throwin in ya face / I've had it dude, let me proceed with my case
[BEAT SWITCH]
Hot wit flames, it's time for me to box a lame / Cuz Jabbs only hit hard in a boxin game
Watch the name, dog I will rock ya frame / I'll have ya pickin up ya teeth like its pocket change
I'm the mane, providin the food for sharks / Tools will spark, I spit crack and this dude's a narc
So when its dark, you won't see no light / Ya skin white, but you dumb, you don't seem so bright
I write riddles, and drive fiddles to play songs / While ya hit list, is bout as little as Raekwons
Chef ya chest, I flex when I slice ya breast / I'll put a lease on ya life, since the price is less
I'm the best, a vet, cuz I keep it strong / Source drop a bomb wit every step like the Vietcong
You fuckers sing-a-long, boppin to mines / I'm puttin Jabbs behind bars but not for a crime
I stop on a dime, my kind is, venomous rhymes / I cross the finish line, you struggle to finish ya lines
This dinner is mines, left-overs, pour for the haters / Jaw-breakers, I make shoes outta Florida Gators
I'm raw and evasive, you sweeter than honey-suckle / Perfect Jabbs OKAY Meet Mister Bloody Knuckles
I buckle ya brain, drink out the bucket of pain / You might pop wit light drops, I ain't runnin' from rain
This fuckers insane, I bang wit Arabian metal / You should change ya rap name to Tazmanian Devil
Don't play with the kettle, unless you tryna get blazed / Get slayed, for tryna shine on a badly lit stage
[BEAT SWITCH]
The illest you know, I'm killin' his adrenaline flow / Sit still, chill pills, get some Ritalin ho
I'm willin to go, toe to toe in this round / No psycho's or nice shows in his town
I been down, to eat fags and beat hags / P Jabbs, can't even land a punch on a speed-bag
But he's bad? like Michael Jackson / His ass is trash wit the wet wipes and napkins
I smack his guard, this is how you craft some bars / He watchin from the side-line like he got tackled hard
Ask ya pa, why I'm colder than I-C-E / The way you flow you should be a part of the I-C-P
Do not see me, I don't care just who he knew / There's only one reason you here, that's two DQ's
I feed you fools, tons of that humble pie / I be the truth in the booth, SHOOT, the gun don't lie
[BEAT SWITCH]
I maim minds, so ya rhymes need to take time / Before I turn this harmless battle into a hate crime
They may find ya body along the sea-shore / Prolly collectin shells wit Polly, on the sea-floor
This beat raw, you seem hard but don't play / The only killer outta Florida was O.J.
You're so gay
