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infamy rap sick lil d lil
One of tha illest most creative emcees out right now, don't believe, jus peep the tracks.
It's Infamy a.k.a. Lil' Diliquent a.k.a. The Chosen One. I've been killin 'hem since i started spittin. Originally signed wit bad boy, pulled out to start ma own shit. Game Over Records, we doin big things mufuckaz!
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #12,162
Peak in subgenre #7,621
Author
INFAMY
Rights
2003
Uploaded
July 10, 2003
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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I love tha rap game so much I pretty much carry it home//Cuz I run things around here like Marion Jones//Nigga I'm sick, ain't no way you can take dis win from me//Cuz I got things so wrapped ya'll should call me tha mummy//I?m focused on tha game, ya'll can't sway ma attentions//Ya?ll lost like black kids at a KKK convention// I'm always resettin ma watch cuz I'm ahead of ma time//I'm in tha number 1 spot, you jus next in line//I'm eatin' niggaz up Hannibal//spitz so hot dat dey flammable//killin' cats, so arrested me for cruelty ta animals//Don't call yourself a man when you don't have any pubs (pubic hair)//You saw Jerry Springer and thought it was Family Feud//You can't handle me dude//My rhymes scare you so much, they'll put you whole fam in panicy mood//If u ready kid, here we go//Talk shit, and I'll have your face lookin' like a cheerio//Wit' tha hole in tha middle//Ya dick's so small, ya girl nicknamed dat shit Stuart Little//When I'm through wit' u, u gon' need a labotamy//Jus cuz I know about "guns", ya'll think I majored in "tek"-nology//Wit' tha vest on ma chest ya'll jus can't get a shot in me//Could I murk all ya?ll niggaz in 4 barz.........probably//You "homo I guess,"//Cuz nigga you always ROLLIN' WIT' DUDES//More niggaz had you on them then a pair of BOWLING SHOES//I don't smoke until I eat, and I haven't had dinner yet//But tha way ma gun smokes, it might-as-well be a cigarette//I love triggerz, so don't be surprised if I pull it//You don't need "hands like Jerry Rice" ta be catchin "bullets"//I'm strong like a TRAIN ON THA TRACKS//Punches hittin' u like anesthetics wearin' off, cuz tha PAIN'S COMIN' BACK//You ain't winnin' so you might-as-well shut down your computer//And since you ain't gettin' pussy, you might-as-well be neutered//You're fake nigga//So you betta watch what u say, or your ass'll end up floatin' in a lake nigga//Niggaz describe me as creepy//But wut's creepy's dat I pop hollows, but not dat type dat's sleepy (Legend of Sleepy Hollow)//On ma waist is where tha "heat be"//I could pull down ma draws, hand u ma wood, and you still couldn't "beat me"//Ya?ll can?t defeat me//Fuck ?Tough Love?, me and ma boys be killin cats easy!//
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