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Grammys in the Ghetto
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A taste of the newness! The dark side of Stovilla.
kansas rap midwest breeze mc wichita 316 new life records bilistic stove breeze blanco emcee stove midwestern hip hop
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White madwest emcee from Wichita, Kansas. Born in 1980 in El Dorado, Kansas and still on this Earth for a reason.....to create music out of positive and/or nega
Emcee Stove......The nicest MC to ever touch brown dirt from ground Earth......dont sleep....peace.
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Peak #327
Peak in subgenre #163
Author
Emcee Stove
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New Life Records
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October 10, 2006
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MP3 1.9 MB 128 kbps 2:03
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Everyday I'm in these streets slangin hustlin raps/ I make my grammys in the ghetto pay my rent with the scraps/ I'm comin quick to the top I put New Life on the map/ And I gotta make my money fifty thousand a track/ And if your name aint on my album then your sounds is wack/ And if you really got a problem meet me round the back/ Because Stovilla aint no coward I was bred to brawl/ I'ma let you taste my boots bitch treads and all/ See I'm a champion pimpin I spread my game to the masses/ I'm steady solid callin shots meltin bodies in acid/ I'll put in work for my family I'll go to prison for life/ I'll go to hell and be damned fuck with my kids an my wife/ Clean out the motherfuckin fridge lets put this body on ice/ I'm stayin calmer then Dahmer I'll put you under the knife/ I train my babies to be killers never hide from a fight/ Never be scared or be soft we might not make it through the night/ When you feelin kinda crazy play this track and let'em know/ Gettin liquor sick no witnesses dead bodies on the floor/ When you feelin kinda crazy play this track and let'em know/ Gettin liquor sick no witnesses dead bodies on the floor/ Now this is one of my tracks where I just lay back in my seat/ Interupt me while I'm chillin and that ass might get beat/ Got my Seagrams 7 Crown and my pistol down around my feet/ I'm a psychopathic antisocial schitzophrenic freak/ Not givin a fuck dont really care dont know no right no wrong/ Just want to sit back relax I'm fightin demons and they strong/ While I'm sleepin they be eatin on my brain attackin cells/ When I'm awake they still at work its like my head is filled with nails/ Where did them pussies go that was talkin shit when I was in that cage/ Motherfucker run yo mouth I'm out now come and show your face/ Scared to death because you know me bring yo family bring yo homies/ Whoop'em all and string'em up leave you bleedin lookin lonely/ And I know ya'll call the cops the federalis FBI/ Let'em know that Stove is comin when he gets here I'ma die/ You some sissy lala scary ass bitch made punks/ Aint no police gonna stop me when my ass gets drunk/ When you feelin kinda crazy play this track and let'em know/ Gettin liquor sick no witnesses dead bodies on the floor/ When you feelin kinda crazy play this track and let'em know/ Gettin liquor sick no witnesses dead bodies on the floor/
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