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Black...and a mage. If you consider yourself a rapper, someone who understands standing over a boiling pot for hours and adding ingredients or who frequently h
I began hip hop when i was 8 but never took it seriously until my freshmen year of high school. I was a battle rapper for most of my musical career but made the transition over to artist/musician/ghost writer when i found out i had a knack for song writing. I was always more of a street performer type. Moving music on my feet always felt more personal but this is the digital age and i might as well get digital. I have lots of influences but an eclectic mix of musical influences ranging from death metal screaming through hip hop all the way to free form jazz keep me from sounding like anyone you've ever heard. The power is in the voice. Don't really know what else to add so I guess i'll just add as I go. But it all starts here.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • New School
Charts
Peak #732
Peak in subgenre #131
Author
Voldrega the Blackmage
Rights
House of V
Uploaded
August 17, 2011
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:20
Story behind the song
You ever seen fire 4?
Lyrics
I'll try to keep this one sleepy... BLACKuhhMAGEuhhINuhhTHISuhh b*** !!! FIRE 4! (I feel like i'm half assin) They thought he was asleep at the anvil he's meditatin he was hesitatin waitin for the perfect resonation He gathered his frustration desperation he's cryin as he rises and swings his hammer like he's dyin That's how i design em picture yourself, standing over a fire with wrought iron sparks flyin as your bars are collidin you cats just write em bide the heat and shift it up from lucifer twist my thoughts when i juice em i get liquid from the crucible dip my thought in the pool to try to cool it, that figures you cats scribble I swing a hammer to catch rhythm my tracks hit em I blacksmith em you cats just spit em You can't walk in my shoes you don't even need those boots That don't rhyme but i don't even need the glue I'll take a bar that don't rhyme and beat it until it do try and put your feet in my shoes and walk the same distance i did/ same path that i did, let me tell you how i live... I bleed from my jaws, my feet are in gauze on top of all of that i need a massage b*** I DON'T NEED AN APPLAUSE/ I need these mc's to receed from my balls fore i spit a twister flip kansas on the wizard and then beat em with oz/ I'm a demon when i'm speaking to yall I'll hit the roof crawl down the side your house and leap from the wall/ How dare he try to rhyme at me, i've got half a mind to steal his air/ rush the whole spot and kill in here buss a flo off on a show off go off...put both feet in his ass take my shoes off and chill in there/ Blood sweat and tears rhyming a beat... and rappers sayin that i'm non street, trust me i bleed concrete/ take it there i'm an omni... personal universal reversal rehearsel practicing running it back from one's with the guns who just clap/ and ones with the funds who get stacks i snap and i spit a little mothaf*** in venom in another brother system when another brother motherf*** er f*** in up the rhythm I'm a hit em with a smack/ rap is from running a track for one's who for fun do just snap ...had to slingshot off that I don't care if we've been friends since I was seven... I'll strangle you like the dog from I am legend run my flyness into your side like 9-11 Slam my bar into your back tell your spine to sever when i get clever it's gonna be a tragedy imagine me running over your style like a tire leave you flattened G Diesel speak my speech, drives so erratically with free's so sweet yo teeth grime through with cavaties calamity that took the fight fair...see that was the limit...you should've stopped pushing it right there must i remind you my highlights my guys is creatures of the night/ Your homie's grind is designed like twilight when i write feel my i get in that hood... but in hindsight you never really been that good You a star i'm celestial ock more like lil john...ok is the best you've got So you can die or you can lose...the latters the preference but you winning...that chance is fatter than precious I'll beat the streets until a crack is a crevice it rattles cracks and it severs grab for the devil toss him back into heaven and raise hell with a spell made to battle 11 angels and 27 demons all leaving screaming jesus he's pissed Your titles fitted black, how you get it back You done taken dumps before but what type of sh** is that?... No i'm done...ANCIENT MAGIC
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