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New Emcee coming out of canada... just getting started
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #10,947
Peak in subgenre #6,533
Author
Individual (One mc)
Rights
2003 Common Cause Inc
Uploaded
August 02, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I'm ripping the mic, fucking you wrong like a dick in a dyke
having you're rap feeling the cut like i'm slitting your rhymes
ya'll willing to die, til you're hitting the sky i'm beating you up
cat's weaker than fuck, spitting so dry cuz they speaking too much
i'm leaving you done, no need for a gun my words are weapons that hurt
having you buried, wearing the Earth like your repping your turf
my dome is holier, you ain't stepping to first like broken podiums
i'm blessing the cursed, your bullets aints half as hot as the chrome thats holding them
you home alone again, almost smoking when my pages be blazing kids
i'm crazy sick serving who's paying tips like rearranging pits
you get lost through my thoughts, caged within like i've got a maze in wit
sell out bitches change their spit once the money temptation hits
this game that we in, stop playing it kids like you ran out of quarters
the weak type eat lines from deceased minds like ghost writters battling for them
spitting so fresh you random and boring rappers ain't fit for the test
didn't capture my warning, so i'm beating you rap kings with clubs like hitting the deck
flipping your head like handstands leaving you shitting instead
killing your men, marry your rich cousin just to be living inbred (in bread)
you're not my cats, you're kittens at best, while i spit hot with rap
burning your flesh how u learning to test when your not in my class
i'm harder than hash and come from a block watching ya'll run from my glock
next time you're harrassing, fuck it i'm blasting, you're dumb and i'm done with this talk
i ain't running my mouth, i'm sprinting with spit, hitting out infinite shit
gunning your mind, i'm cutting out time cuz in a minute your clipped
hitting this bitch like domestic disputes, teach you a lesson or two
impressing you fools who be checking you're jewels, i'll show perfection to you
some of ya'll wack, but some of ya'll tight, some of ya'll ready to fight
some of ya'll dogs go nothing but bark, while some of ya'll already bite
i'm elevating, steady in flight, straight to the top of my game
only time you fresh emcess ever get wet is when you get caught in the rain
One's higher up, spitting the truth, most of ya'll rappers lie too much
hitting the roof, suicides for lucky guys, go head and try your luck
(HOOK)
i'm one with dogs and i'm one with cats
i'm one with blades and i'm one with gats
i run alone and i run in packs
but better watch out cuz this one can blast
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