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Vs. Bar Grafh a.k.a Precise @ RC Rnd. 3
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Faceman and KHP are the new rising stars of Brooklyn bring you the sickest flows and most conscious lyrics.
[-_-'] = [Faceman] The epitomy of underground rap... my music speaks for itself, who needs a flashy webpage.. The Open Your Eyes Mixtape is now complete! Download your free copy from www.soundclick.com/openyoureyes Also visit- www.soundclick.com/khp www.myspace.com/themcfaceman www.myspace.com/dahillz2006 www.infowars.com www.grandtheftcountry.com
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Peak in subgenre #136
Author
-_-'
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2ReaL Entertainment
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March 04, 2004
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MP3 1.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
I tried a lil somethin different with this joint..
Lyrics
Die motherfucker! Precise is my supper, Disguised as an ill guy, you'll die undercover! One line and I shudder.. Punches? None were felt, Ya mother shoulda used a rubber when she fucked herself! You need some help, don't steal another du's shit, If I wanted to hear that flow I'd listen to Blueprint! _Kid ya foolish, ya cd's make the best coasters, Cuz all that screamin make you sound like a deaf Hova! _With no flow he'll forever be off the mark, And Bar stays on 'graphs' so he'll never be "off the charts!" _Ya think ya smart?.. Well then teach me fool, But know that only little kids learn from "pre-school!" Do I see drool? Are you impressed by my behavior? I'll put "Mach 4" to ya chin but I ain't talkin 'bout razors! _You're fake as fuck, get bladed up and call for medics, No wonder ya only "move the crowd" when they're headed for exits! _Give it a rest kid, you're no gangsta rappin, You're wanna be hard..and "tough actin" like Tenactin! Get ya back cracked in, I'll be in the back laughin, Fuck a "knuckle sandwich" I'll have ya "smack snackin!" _Grafh, ya trapped in the wrath of my passion, Like eye sockets there's a good chance you'll catch a "lash-in!" _You won't be lastin, you can't rhyme with a brawla, If this was American Idol you'd go cryin to Simon and Paula! _Bitch please, you know who the smartest artist be, _If not I'll "jog ya memory" with the world's sharpest cleats! _I'm sick droppin the heat while you're wobblin knees, _A kick popped in the cheek'll have ya vomitin teeth! _It's a problem to breath cuz see daily, I leave "Bar-numb" without the use of a 'Bailey!' _Ya mom smells like crap when I rub her clit, Cuz "I got this shit in the same bag" I cover ya mother with! _You're my "sun" so I'll leave ya "full eclipse," (full o' clips) You're spittin "half assed" but ya still "full of shit!" _The beef's sparkin, stop "anal meat parkin," Ya fam are all bitches cuz only dogs can be "Bar-kin!!" _You're in Virginia, but soon you'll be departin, Cuz like Versace stores the South won't see "Bar-'gin!!" (bargain) _Bitch I bruise hopin, get ready to lose votin, _Cuz you couldn't "make the top ten" with youth potion!!!
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