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GRAVEYARD SHIFT PRODUCTIONS - 2008 & FOREVER
No band, just a one-man starter originally from Marietta GA.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#2,462 in subgenre
Peak #20
Charts
Peak #1,114
Author
Justin M. Graves
Rights
Graveyard Shift Productions, 2006
Uploaded
November 25, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:13
Lyrics
Ghetto “M” vs. XXXSETRA
"Yeah... I know you recognize this beat, nigga. This the one you lied to everybody talkin’ ‘bout you hustle hard. You aint hustlin’, nigga. I can tell that just by the way you rap. Motherfuckers should know when you’re on the grind when you speak! I’m a show you how I get my hustle on... just by flippin’ this beat beyond your recognition."
It’s the infamous superb nigga very lyrically merciless
Trust me, after you’ve heard of it, You will feel every word of it
Cuz what I spit be burning these bitch ass niggas eternally
Only then will they learn that I’m too sick with it and verbally
Abusive. Niggas wanna jump to conclusions
You thought I was a rookie now I have caused some confusion
Up in your brain cells. Nigga fuck what you thought.
I’m spittin’ an entire net, and you just got caught.
It’s Ghetto “M”, the nasty Nasti Nati Contender
Remember me? The bastard always on the offensive
A master at this audio shit... I’m giving it extra.
And I’m making an example out of Tripple Exectra.
He says that he’s a motherfuckin’ veteran.
Naturally, he thinks that I’m the nigga that he happens to be better than.
This circus rappin’ ass nigga don’t know me.
I spit shit that’ll put him more than six feet below me
He knows how to rhyme, but he’s far from an OG
I’m poppin’ criss-style... you still drinkin’ that Old-E
You fuckin’ with a problem. What you gon’ show me?
I got your whole “Fire Squad” wantin’ to come blow me.
And teach them how to rap, but it was you who told me
You wanted to pick up mics and go toe to toe with me.
If you’re feeling embarrassed, oh, damn well...
The only person you can blame that shit is yourself
Bucking at me knowing that you weren’t prepared for the slaughter
Stupid ass is getting robbed like the President’s Daughter.
You telling all these people that you ball outrageous...
Rapping with a style that is all out-dated...
You have bull-shitted your whole life. Admit it.
His pockets are like Whopper Jr.’s. No cheese in it.
Straight shittin’ on this dude for over three minutes.
Hustle hard? Yeah, sellin’ them wolf tickets.
Shit is broken, no way to fix it. Cuz after this shit,
You’ll be stuck in the past like Jimini Cricket.
You soft like watered down eggs, bacon and biscuits.
Your style is colorless, like Andy Griffith.
You coming against my stature?
That shit is useless, like a blind person wearing eye glasses.This shit is motherfuckin’ suicide, bastards!
With Liquid Darveset to help you niggas die faster!
Can’t believe you niggas wanna come start shit
I’ll slap all you niggas in the Fire Department
Take this shit as a fuckin’ lesson and keep it.
Because your whole fuckin’ fire squad’s been extenguished.
