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Just upping skills n hoping to be able to write deeper n iller n develop in character
Been spittin for a while now but still elevating this fuckrie, love to spit to death still, cant be in this shit just wanting that fame and fortune fuck that...i only want the fortune to supply the drugs i take ya get me
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,058
Peak in subgenre #568
Author
Aruzz/Cynikal Productions
Rights
Aruzz
Uploaded
November 09, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:46
Story behind the song
Beat was sick, props to tha producer, www.soundclick.com/cynikalproductions
Lyrics
theres an evil breeze, when this demon speaks
you can see him preach, over cynikal beats
like a cinema seat, fold over and weep
a victim to the streets, every mc is mean
and im always too proud, known for bein too loud
fuck off with whos sound, before i do you now
vibration from the mouth, Aruzz raised the south
fight for three rounds, knockouts in the bout
you aint welcome here, so turn the fuck round
and set off in the distance, you a toilet i piss in
punches always missing, spittin aint a mission
it has to be a passion, microphones flashing
electrical magic, Aruzz in the action
collection of the baggagge, cocaine packets
sad fuckin addicts, depression and its manic
battling the madness, nuclear explosion
relocation, broken homes and, no love notions
focus on the potion, elixir of life
stressing with a knife, wrist slittin times
killing with the vibe, fucking with the rhyme
rage in my mind, two eyes still blind
seein all these guys, and their politics
affects alot of kids, its all alot of shit
nobodies stoppin it, so now im dropping wit
George Bush bottling, fuck a president
and a prime minister, cos its evident
their lies are killing us, dead men they sending in
to rape a villager, i stay the illest cuz
this is all knowledge, and opinions
yes we gotta brolic, for music recipients
gotta stay solid, for stupid fuckin idiots
i got a sicker sense, for raw blood shed
slaughtering men, all armies dead
and numberin the hundreds, thugs rushing in
just to cut a bitch, im spittin suttin sick
who you fuckin with, my voice thundering
violence and aggression, rhyming in a session
you sighin in a lesson, but could die in a second
you can try and regret it, but times gettin hectic
smokes, coca cola coke, hold up get choked
and then left broke, fuckin with them hoes
but they dont know, all lifes a joke
all they do is moan, hit em with the flow
now they all groan, though nobodies grown
we act like children, no music filtering
gun chats fillin em, in the mind killin em
hiphop affects millions, and everyones feelin it
the wrong type of marketing, corporate boss casting it
if its able to make doe, then they fuckin blastin it
hear words of a bastard kid, wonder where his father is
join a gang of war, now its a martyr thing
white people started it, slave ship parties sent
Africa done got raped, as a continent
Middle East bombing em, American problems
i live in Nottingham.they call it Shottingham
mean muggin robbin em, nobodies stoppin em
nobody gives a fuck. nobodies got the sense
left dead on pavement, English degradation
no exclamation, Deaths no longer a surprise,
in every single line, every verse they die
newspaper lies, media hype
i really fear for times, youth and the future
confused with a loser, the youth wana do drugs
old generation fucked, age thirteen
with a spliff in hand, they may merk me
for my bigger plans, revealing the truth
i steam in the booth, be feeling my boot
if you a geez who rude, between two routes
war or peace choose, we all gona lose
the plan falls through, what we gona do
to live is up to you, whats it comin to
eliminate Gaia, blaze in a fire
im takin it higher, give praise to a sire
i paid for attire, and helped slavery
little kids in wars, medals for bravery
the insanest scene, will not be takin me
my thoughts and my mic, have a cause in my mind
i pause as i write, will people believe in me
see the evil breeze, because of mans greed
