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Genre
Charts
Peak #887
Peak in subgenre #496
Author
Jon The Baptist
Rights
2006
Uploaded
December 15, 2006
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:15
Lyrics
yo, from the grinds on the street to the rhymes on the beats, both collide when I speak, slide from the p's with 5 of the weed little birdies with words fly to the d's, instead of lookin for worms and flyin to trees, deprived of the sleep lookin for remedies, not even close fuckin with enj and hennessy, mentally dead need revival, vital signs for a final, album that I cut without the talcum, spinals crack if you decide to rap and jawjack to the livest cat from SI, and yes I am I the finest act, but that besides the fact, gettin back on track, and you never needed a subway map, so yo, hold ya dame, my flow blows ya brain like 3 x pills 2 blunts and cocaine, no name is what I claim, fame is not an option, the game is what im lockin, boxed in, biological pops in a box with no cochran just texas state doctrine, when the warrant squad knockin, dont answer, catch em by surprise with the 9 in the hamper, I might blast the teck cause thats what cats last expect, no past regrets, I just learn from mistakes, while yall lie and your fake history burns, regurgitatin bullshit ya sternum'll break, like howard stern ya absurd words is ya fate, so deep if I breathe the surface will break, a beautiful genius with murderous traits, livin urban in suburbans swervin drunker then a german outta berlin with a big bottle of whiskey or some bourbon, im certain when the curtains are closed, they tricked you cause the earth'll explode with no missile no weapons no pistols, the nuclear bombs will hit you, its a cold cold world and global warmin aint the issue
its a cold cold world everybody turn ya heaters up but put your heaters down we dont need the rounds eatin up, little souls on a course of gettin weeded up, gotta change the seeds make em read and start cleanin up, cause thats where it starts at, I drop large raps that penetrate fitted caps and hard hats, with certified knowledge and hard facts, big bottle and large sacks can lead to long scars hard caps, so ima ride or die until I die or get carjacked, ace in the deck then where ya cards at, come to find you wasnt even playin, you was bettin but wasnt stayin, im sayin, we got cops wit slick fingers, bitches who dick ringers, the smaller the bee the thicker the stinger, so listen mr diddy we made a band, it was resistance sick and we all gritty like a community center project committee, we all pity the fool, like mr. t, literally fool, them little fishes swimmin in schools, thinkin they sharks that swim in the pool, but honor piranhas, stay bendin the rules, ya get me, you wit me, wanna talk shit and clip me, with a clip from a .350 seven, my brethren, born in hell and thought they fell from heaven, its all history, though some of its mystery, and I tried to think of a witty way to end the rhyme, but that wouldnt reflect the defination of my city at this present time
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