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#92,601 in subgenre
Peak #569
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August 20, 2004
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Lyrics
(kra z y) - yo call me 'krazy', call me 'illusionz'/ call me 'tecneat', wuts all da confusion? /
wuteva mah name be, i be da solution/ amusin abusin da units -
ruined;/ microphone usin students who be stupid, / new in da music, tryna pursue it/
sit wit a whole night of full-time writing/ dey spit wit some multi- rhyme schemes/
spittin a rap wit an insult-i slice g's/ pull a crime-scene n im shinin n blinding/
redesigning - this art first of all, let me start,/ let me break this apart/
to the bottom to the top, relentless ,/ i be endless, leav u headless cuz u jealous/
i send u this strenuous ingenuous track, every time, so genuine/
producin 10 times more than da dime(10) like a benjamin/
i let-u-in to a secret,/ my plan is to hav everyone weakend/
leav em tasteless, wasted, n i take this, /fakeness den i gotta remake-this
Hook:
(LA zy) - call me the hip hop savior,/ but i aint here to save ya/
im workin preservin n spittin this shit,/ for the hip hop flavor (hiphop For Life)x2
Bridge:
(LA zy) - deliverin music that keeps you shiverin/
cookin you, more than a sizzle we simmerin/
damn I get the whole fam,/ to put holes in your whole fam/
no doubt about it, as far as our flow go, yo our flow is loco/
only been in it for a minute or so/ when I finish ill go/
spit the intricate flow/ I know you into it though, simple shit yo
(kra z y) - lyrical assassin, rappin w/ passion, smashin yo ass in/
ur backin to fall,/ attack at you raw n i fracture yo jaw/
illest impression, killin n wreckin/ skilled with complexion
correcting, injectin my weapon/ - verbally murduring every section/
- spittin n reppin wit no conception jackin this profession/
so here I AM, either take my perception/
wit wrriten shit or frees, wutever it be, its done accurately, /
i 'split the seas' cuz u kno i gota do it, miraculously/
fakes grit der teeth, n i split their spleens/
obliterate incinerate them into smithereens/
exposin n rappin my wicked twisted, sick delivery/
im rappin up, packin up, all my ammunition/
only mission, is to leav all u in criticle condition/
bitches, keep deyr distance, as dey listen /
yes-n, my words go strait thru ur chest-n/ thers no question
i do this till no one's left-n no more contestants be existin
Hookx2
Bridge
(kra z y) - hot shit i popped it, soundin philosophic,/ watch this
catastrophic bitch rock it/ try to stop it - ull be takin as a hostage/
MUDAFUKKA, i dont even gotta touch ya/, my lyrical structure
is kind-a lined-up/ n fuckz-ya mind-up, even wen i aint even tryin-ta /
wana-fight-me?, come-and-find-me/, -kamikaze ill be rappin-frees
like da japanese,/ ull be nothing but a "shadow" followin my footsteps ho/
do wuteva u want/ to hav me impressd yo, but i show no interest tho/
ova n ova n ova
lemme show-ya/ how i do this, how i do it fluent, how i got used to it/
i breathe in n breathe out this mudafukkn game/ stayin the same since i first came
cats try ta 'face-this' all 'a dem wer left 'faceless',/
thot they got some 'illshit' n all a dem wer left wit an 'illness'/
feel this, literally,/ cuz fo sho, der aint nothin reala than me
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