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Suck on this foo.
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Slanted Eyes Entertainment
Name's Poet aka Odyssey from Murdasoda, Saint Paul. I started rappin' around the age of 12 to 13 after hearing that song by Kai? I think his name was? Well anyway, he did a track titled, I'm sure everybody knows called "Got Rice" using Tupac's Change's instrumental. That song was everywhere! From that day on after hearing that song, I was changed forever. Not that he was my influence to rap, the one that influenced me from the very beginning was Tupac.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #524
Peak in subgenre #278
Author
Poet
Rights
2008
Uploaded
December 03, 2008
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:16
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now its time to bring the real no more fun and games it's time i rose up and put yo name to shame you a phonie in this game so better step back poet dont take no shit watch the words in them tracks You were never shit, never will be so homie quit Talkin hard on the mic but in the streets you a bitch Rich boy from the burbs, tryin so hard to be down claimin you done this and that, but no evidence found Remember how you grew up with both mommy and daddy always had food on the plate, livin happily and lavishly it's just funny to me how you called my name out out of the blue, now i've come to take yo ass out at first it didnt really matter, still doesn't but i'm a little bored, so imma just let these lyrics bust man you faker than michael jackson's face homie i'm the real thing you just another bootleg phonie actin like you koo n shit before, now you wanna beef you don’t want it when I bring it, put yo ass to sleep stop spitten bout straps n what not if you aint wit it leave it to the real, the ones really equipped wit clips you could say I’m an AK you’re just a broom stick I’m the risin sun in the sky you the dirt in a ditch Cross me would have you end up on a dead end road So bow down before my feet n I might let you go Don’t know bout the streets though, that’s all on you Spitten bout a life you never lived n wasn’t even true Talkin bout the same shit like havin fresh shoes n boots Dawg, that money you getting I know aint from hustling foo. It’s from daddy’s paycheck and some from mommys wallet Think I don’t know? Your car I bet I know who bought it Mr. blazen g, livin fly wearin fancy coats n shirts Fuckin around on the block, claimin that he did dirt I could see right through you, right from day one You could fool them other cats, but just not me son On a final note, keep my name out yo fuckin mouth Before I show up one day to turn yo lights out
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