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Young C laced by Sound Assassin
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uhm... Young C laced wit a beat from the hands of tha Sound Assassin... DUH...
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Pitt's L.O.I.... fear it.
The name is Young C aka Tha Infamuzz Dirty... I freestyle, spit writtens and concept rhymes, and if you're lucky I may bless you wit some vocals.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #4,421
Peak in subgenre #2,428
Author
Young C aka Dirty
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Pitt Emcees
Uploaded
October 09, 2002
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MP3 6.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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ok see, Sound Assassin and I made thiz beat... and we used it to lace this track right... simple... that bassline is all me kiddies ;) btw, peep the dirty organ riff at the end... care of Sound Assassin
Lyrics
...I remember when I was in high-school... ...wasn't really liked by tha white-dudes... ...and niggaz was trippin... so I couldn't spit wit tha cyph-crew... ...it didn't pay at times to be black and insightful... ...so my social height was stifled... ...I decided instead of livin life... I'd slide-thru... ...the ignorance kinda made me despize-fools... ...only thing that made me smile every once in a while was the fact I knew I could write-cool... ...coverin mics in light-drool... ...but I was alone like 99% of my life... ...not really what you'd call the "popular" type... ...I couldn't be exactly precise...how many times... ...I considered impalin my chest over the top of a knife... ...stoppin my life... leavin my mother to sob thru tha night... ...my temper was STOCKED to the height of a KITE'S POPULAR flight... ...bobbin and weavin was my only concievable technique... ...no way I would let these thoughts get me shook up over neglecting... ...selecting word to express my tortured soul... ...Thinking..."as I caressed the mic, my fortune's told... my future's scorchin folks"... ...next thing ya know, Im torchin' Jokes... ...and pushin pops like I was forcin' Cokes... ...hours on end spent alone in my bedroom... ...spittin wit intensity at tha walls til my head swooned... ..."Your best performances come with a crowd"... says who?... ...Id verbalize my ire... til my lips were entirely red-blue(purple)... ...it seemed the frees were my release from reality... ...flowin deep and gallantly... ...it seemed if not released I'd leak tha heat outta me... ...never admittin to weak fallacies... ...and sometimes when geeks battle me... ...I'd eat lavishly... ...then it hit me... I wasn't worthless... ...and I could do all things PERFECT.. ...between the mic and my verses... ...and FUCK anybody who was judgin me from the surface... ...from then on it was my PURPOSE... ...to drop GRITTY PUNCHES like a DIRT FIST... ...shyts were DEEP enough to UNEARTH RIBS... ...all of a sudden I found myself CRASHIN CYPHERS to MERK KIDS... ...if they was tight... I wanted the FIRST DIBBZ... ...cuz it's fun to ASSERT LIPS...then BLURT RIPZ... ...leavin a SHIRT SINGED... ...bloodlust grew... started doin things a thug must do... ...where words were skipped over, my gun rushed through... ...for fun, bust 2... and watch a faggit's gunned guts spew... ...I'd run sluts through... but unconditional love touched few... ...my heart grew harder as I got smarter... ...and my lyrical range extended farther and farther... ...and I stood tall like oil on water... ...if a lyrical battle came into action I would soil the starter... ...and foil his barter... ...of vocabulary... no words exchanged... ...definded by the word derranged... a perv wit range... ...leavin you served wit brains... ...refined by lines intertwined wit mine that shine like a fine behind...
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