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2 rusty quarters
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50 Cent diss
translantic transatlantic
New School rap, influenced primarily by rappers like Nas, Wu Tang and Kanye West. Don't expect anything that great though ;-)
What up this is Trans@lantic, I write new school rap, none of your 50 Cent fake gangsta talk, none of your Nelly "Hip Pop" for pussys. But i'm not claiming to be gangsta myself either. I just write about life w/o pretending to be anything.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop New School
Charts
#151,755 today Peak #3,174
#13,913 in subgenre Peak #249
Author
Trans@lantic
Rights
Trans@lantic
Uploaded
May 18, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.4 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Ok, so i was getting really annoyed with all these newcomer gangsta rappers. And 50 Cent is their self-proclaimed king, so i decided to diss him. I spit it on the beat of Clipse - When The Last Time, but i guess i can't upload that. So let me know if you have a beat for me. It needs to fit the flow and have a fadeout where i make a pause. (should be somewhere around 1:18 if anyone cares) Oh yeah, and I know i made some mistakes and it's really short and all, but it's just a short diss, and i quickly recorded it to see how it would sound on a beat (even though you're hearing it w/o one), so yeah it doesn't sound like much. My next one will be better, i promise.
Lyrics
So u call urself 50 Cent, well the name couldn’t b betta Cuz u b lookin’ like 2 rusty quarters even tho u makin’ cheddar. Ur ass is materialistic, ur twisted. U say u tough, look at u dawg, u paranoid. Bulletproof H2 with a bodyguard on a steroid. But back 2 ur name, I got ur game locked in a frame. And ain’t it a shame, u got such fame, but ur lame. U ain’t worth 6 cents, ok u worth 50. But that ain’t even a buck, u dumbfuck. The way u talk, ur nothin’ but a trick-ass slut Mess wit tha wrong guy and even u r outta luck. And nah, I’m no g, but at least I don’t suck. U say u got hit nine times, man learn howdah duck. U kno what, I’ll trade u for two bottles of mountain dew. Cuz that should add up the worth of u and ur whole crew. Or I’ll go to the dollar shop and buy 2 of u. So u wanna get violent? I’ll ram a pole up ur bullet hole. An get sum mo’ bling-bling yo, ur cross ain’t big enuff. How bout u get tha xtra large, on which I can crucify u. Cuz ur rhymes ain’t got no value. In fact, in order to take them, I need ta take some Valium. When u rap, u should turn down tha volume. How bout down to zero, cuz no1 wants to hear yo ass. Ur lyrics sound like u graduated @ the bottom of ur class. Somebody kill this bitch, or at least shut him up fast So ya can hear me yellin’ out “At last!”
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