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Bleach

Pretty much just better than you.

http://www.myspace.com/emceebleach http://www.youtube.com/user/RingerINC http://www.reverbnation.com/emceebleach http://www.bboy.org/forums/freestyle-rhyme-session/ Emcee Bleach aka. RingerINC, Cinik, Doc Paint. I rocks the words good and shit. What? Where am i? Who are you, and why are you wearing that shirt with those pants. What are you mentally handicapped? You are, shit I'm sorry. Wait why should i be sorry, i made a correct observation, you should probably give me something, like your lunch money. In conclusion, graffiti is free, impresses the girls, is heroic in our couch potato culture... wait wrong thing... Please listen to me i need your approval, Howard Roark hates me.

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • New School

Charts

Peak #1,089

Peak in subgenre #109

Uploaded

November 29, 2007

Track Files

MP3

MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 1:35

Lyrics

My words are classic so they traverse space time/
Like I was spitting across the International Date Line/
Take ya time, hop inside’n come across with ease
I’ll be gone before you dot your I’s or cross your T’s/
Like Christian teens or west coast choppers/
The best flow dropper since the drought went’n stopped ya/
To the masses I’m known as a lawless plight/
Because I hang cats with fuckin cordless mics/
Dog there’s absolutely nothing I won’t fight you for/
Moving so quick, I’ll see you tomorrow in 94/
Like I brought the past and future back with-me/
So homie you better be prepared to pack for three/
You commit genocide with ya lyrical blasphemy/
A fucking pacifist that fights fire with antifreeze/
Before I even begin, you’ll start to feel me/
From gripping your mics, bitch my palms are filthy/
So with broken flesh, I’ll choke you to death/
And watch your past sins smear across a broken neck/
Coz nothing’s gonna stop me from making my mark/
And taking apart this weak fucking waste of a past/
So take it to heart, when I say your life is over/
Piss blind or sober, I’ll wrap you like a toga/
Straight up, I’ll smoke teams of you wanna-bes/
‘Till next time, see you in your dreams of where you wanna be/

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