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Genre
Charts
#14,563 in subgenre
Peak #83
Charts
Peak #943
Author
R-Sunis
Rights
D.D.S.
Uploaded
July 17, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
(THEW)
It's the sickest emcee in the corner,
chill like Coca Cobona (cabana),
strapped in to go scoop up ya daughter,
Fuck that, I'm back with one year under my belt,
these rappers been round for years and they still gettin dealt,
cause I come on a track feelin fresh and so clean,
These rappers is like "Segal" cause they aint spittin "Beans",
My style is mean,
rap flows other MC's dream,
Mic Fiend,
rollin deep in the jeep with the crazy lean,
my raps keep buildin "old school" like "Luck Wilson",
chicks hop on my "Naked Gun" like "Leslie Neilson",
(SHADDOW)
These raps you feelin cause emcees we killin,
our lyrics so real you know we reachin millions,
it's illin shit thats when sparks react,
too much drama your liable to have a heart attack,
so watch your back and keep your boys in check,
cause i'm liable to pull a "Busta" and "Break yo' Neck",
(HOOK)x2
We the squad that drops,
all that shit you pop,
when you hear us,
we coming so you better call the cops,
and grab yo glocks,
spraying parking lots
let it flow, flow, flow, flow
(SHADDOW)
You talk too much and you know I've told ya,
you best put a "cork" in it like "Sammy Sosa",
I aint no soulja but I will approach ya,
with some harsh shit, wring your neck, then i'll choke ya,
(THEW)
unlock ther holsta,
me and shaddow aint no posers,
we take you on a ride like a rolla coaster,
so hold your questions,
we back like ressurections,
hold ya sections down like when me and yo girl be sexin,
(SHADDOW)
We cut like C sections,
on this track we stressin,
aint no bullshittin me and smith and wessen,
preachers keep preachin cause tis the season,
for all ya'll to realize you can't defeat us,
so keep with the beat while ya stomp ya feet,
and best believe we gon make it hard to breathe,
while you're underseige gotcha beggin please,
tylenol cures all like stress relieved
(HOOK)
(THEW)
Shootin off in the club till the floors is damp,
makin chicks bend over like they catchin a cramp,
Bitches panting like they in need of an ambulance,
Whoop Ass,
(SHADDOW)
Sending you first class like a postage stamp,
(THEW)
My raps is deep I'm on top of rap's obsolete,
my lines dig in yo ass like i'm wearing cleats,
so much anger in every verse like its a battle rap,
I strike down opponents till they handicapped,
just a rap cat from New Jerz,
so absurd,
I let off on every emcee thats gfiven te nerve,
fuck what you heard every DJ just play this,
I'm a "plug-in" the mic like I just "Entered the Matrix",
(SHADDOW)
I'm tired waitin,
you need to stop your hesitation,
You must be mistaken cause i see ya prayin,
Ain't no God that can save ya while your payin attention,
And got you listenin to my money makin "Operation"
(HOOK)x4
