I was in a group - we split after 3 years together.
so doin my own thing for now - just want to get heard - people to feel it- nothin less.
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August 11, 2009
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:40
Story behind the song
contest entry
Lyrics
my message get sent out
by bumpin cassettes loud
you pumpin your fists against my digital disc *owwwe*
its funk in the mix cause there be trouble to fix now
honest i'm sick can grip my hospital bill pal
the knowledge it drips - i'm quick to flip so just sit down
the saga continues i write sets and i spit rounds
a lota your venues are tight lipped'n never get found
the boss of the menu'n quite the best u get in town
lock essentials
if u wanna get up in this instrumental
got potential
simon says that all who follow caught the tempo
is it mental
is it altering in your state of mind
its my temple i'm stencil ya'll can go and trace my lines
declare the main flow
compare it how the rain go
repaired it at day old
impaired i got the same hold
u tried your name tho
inside u wearin plain clothes
residing where the papes thrown
and hide behind a fake glow
**
game of hip hop turned into a beer league
now any team is playin just by payin out the mere fee
Verbal Image suited up we playin hardball -
ya'll are finished kid -the competition stayin on- call in- *trouble*
-hip hop in dire need hip hop is in - *trouble*
**
no competitors or challengers or evidence left
and i'm the president my precedence is higher then sess
its like my sentences is better to a dentist i'm crest
and this is penmanship you hesitant like havin no sex
just entered when my head was bent and made u obsess
its like my entry is the entity that take your distress
when my rent is free it's meant to be i'm great with success
u wanna step to me u centipede i'll leave i undressed
got socks on feet and boxer briefs'n stains of regret
bro its wrong to cheat but honest b u hangin by threads
u know i'm on the beat along the street like officers tred
and when the song increased upon release its off with his head
**
the game of hip hop turned into a beer league
now any team is playin just by payin out the mere fee
Verbal Image suited up we playin hardball -
ya'll are finished kid - competition stayin on- call in- *trouble*
-hip hop in dire need hip hop is in - *trouble*
**
its my time and i've risin
my mic was binded to keep me in a prison
minus the sight - i'll blind-side em'n teach em to listen
grinding 4 digits - i'm flyin miles a minute
or a kilometer it differs u gotta define where u livin
come hell or high water
im bringing fire its hot in the kitchen
check my thermometer - sick and tired of all of the b*** in
stickin these lines in
more intricate rhymin nic-of-the-timin
rippin the sides then gettin my high i'm fixin my eyes on your diamonds
my criminal mind aint that basic and it fitted all kinds
to shimmer and shine aint nobody's flow to date be better mine.
* Trouble *
there aint no hittin rewind trouble what u gettin when the rhythm align.
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