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Whattup bud?
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,251
Peak in subgenre #1,235
Author
Emcee_Solo/Ridah
Uploaded
March 10, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Hip-Hop in general... tired of eating cats on the i-net
Lyrics
[RHYMIN AIN'T NUTTIN' BUT A PAST TIME]
1996... muthafucka, YO
aiiyo, nineteen-ninety muhfuckin six? whats up with that
Hah, deuce double O deuce up in this mothafucker
Ridah, Solo yeah
Lay it down for us
[Emcee Solo]
My tongue is like an artifact, makin rapper's necks retract
Actin 'all'a that' but its ficticous when you kickin facts
I'm flippin tracks with spats of pristine reminisce
Cleaned my image, then expand like bacterial cists
This, you couldn't touch with a joke if I was ticklish
Invoke shame, like cats with skills on they Christmas list
Try to diss so I inflict spasms and shivers
You deliver dumb like raisin' middle fingers at mirrors
Its absurd, gats? I'm blastin cats with words
No need to feel, cause once they've heard they higher than birds
I never lost the magic, oozing illness like spores
Inflicting blisters and sores on false faggots like skin pores
I want more, till I score it to mine
My bullets make bee-lines at weak rhymes, its about time
So just remember that rhymin ain't nuttin but a past time
[Hook]
But uhh, it don't mean I don't like to kick it
Splittin wigs with a mix of superior wits
Them other duns don't even come close
Solo and Ridah takin victories like side notes
Fuckin Served... WHAT?
[Ridah]
Aiyyo...
I'm viscious in my ways, terrorist to the gays
Startled fags with my lazors and blinded bitches with my rays
Fuckin give a shit what I say or I'll leave you knocked out
Your cocked out like hens, or maybe I'll leave you in a blackout
Your wack now, Ridah just given y'all some heat (haha)
Layin down a track, Thanks for Xzibit for the beat (fo'sho)
Ferocious brats gettin attacked by gats shootin verbal weaponry
I'm hexin all better than me and leaving in victory
Y'all is a bitch to me, Threatenin with paragraphs
But this is audio and I'ma leave a fuckin aftermath
Call the police on me and just be left gutted like fish
Serve you like a dish, I come special with my ish
Scripted demonising words, that cut like machetes
I ain't scared to mow you down and shoot with my uzis
But fuck bullets I just seem to drop my ill rhyme
So just remember that rhymin ain't nuttin but a past time
[Hook]
But uhh, it don't mean I don't like to kick it
Splittin wigs with a mix of superior wits
Them other duns don't even come close
Solo and Ridah takin victories like side notes
Fuckin Served... WHAT?
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