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Battle Vs Blak Magik
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hiphop real great underground phoenix inspiring
I'm not your average MC, been spitting for over a decade and writing for way longer. Getting good with making beats and playing the electric guitar. Music is ev
What's up Name is Lord Tenzo, and i've been doing this ever since i can remember. Started as a way to vent and move on with my life, but has quickly turned into the only thing that really defines me. Im getting good at guitar and been starting to make beats. Lived all over the place so my sound is real unique. Gangsta yet refined. I take this serious. I don't have any fear about not making it. Some people are meant to build cars, or catch footballs. I was born to rock crowds. Simple ya know? Smoke Budz -HB
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Charts
Peak #2,789
Peak in subgenre #88
Author
Jimmy You music stealing mother f***ers
Rights
2007
Uploaded
January 31, 2007
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MP3 1.9 MB • 128 kbps • 2:06
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Audio’s a wrap and text is lettered with worse …he had the number one spot because he registered first ya shamed off the mic and ya body I bled …I thought that hades could recruit a better audio head sporadic inhales, ya stories just the tragic of tails …even blain can’t explain how this magik has failed I’ma bullet proof kid, you betta hurry them triggas …im never giving black time like with a jury of n*** s n Honest to god he’s a f** , like a bible of gays …this n*** diggin for some gold like in the Iverson trade let me….rope in the win…how I’m gripping tha nooses …pulling macs out his pocket, just to listen to music Get smacked in the mouth, ima ripen ya manners …The vic aint working for ya like with f*** in mike in atlanta I could write a few lines, maybe break in ya breathing …that get you heated, best believe it, kid ya taking a beatin you a bull dike pussy, putting cattle with c*** s …keeping, my flow on point, and easy how this battle in won verse 2, and you see the re-birth of ya father …just a slaughter, b*** slap the weak verse of my daughter flows so choppy…like ya breathing with splinters …how I blow through ya sinis like a sneeze in the winter you aint gangsta, or strapped, lemme pull on figures …you like the only black man in ya crew full of n*** s it got worse when u dropped, I was laughin n weezin …I thought that maybe you should drop spittin raps completely put my nails on a board, if you don’t get what im hearing …ill punch holes in ya dome, like n*** s getting an earing you say whatever dog, but son my writing is picky …and strictly, you suck so bad that ya mic has a hickey with one bar, two parts just the start of the end …the way you dream about the loss like the departed of friends show ya solar power with a bat to ya plexus …n get knocked the f*** out, but homie that was expected
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