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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,141
Peak in subgenre #189
Author
Lyrics - Myst
Uploaded
October 08, 2004
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
These people like complain about my voice,
Yeah I had a choice, with the sounds of my noise,
I coulda done voice change and no one would know the difference,
But I don't give a damn, I'll just listen to their bitchin
It's the least of my worries,
This case is over, I'm one man jury,
If my voice isn't "deep", then listen to lyrics,
I explode so steep, and into the spirit,
Rhyme with such velocity, verbal monstrosity,
No one could ever possibly cross with me,
Logically, probably, impressions make philosophy
It's so much rappin',
In 3 minutes I'm laughin', in 2 ya clappin',
In 1 it's happenin'
Some call me old fashion, the way I spit with passion,
Breathe, breathe,
Breathe, breathe, breathe…
Oh, damn, some say the kid's gone crazy,
I'm off the hook, like coats of ladies,
Sometimes I'm broke, but I'm rich in the way they praise me,
Pay me like Shady, this shit's gonna raise me,
Elevation, each step is lazy
But, each step shows how amazing
I'm like the nation, establishing a base in every place safely,
Absorb the faces, no one the looks the same,
But I walk into the place - everyone knows my name,
Ain't pullin' out the guns,
Ain't tryin' run,
I ain't gangsta, I'm just runnin' with TUN,
Oh. Sorry. Am I lost to all my fans?
Not quite the same emcee, as the ones on Def Jam.
I live in a 7k populated town,
I am who I am, sound for sound,
Pound for pound, I shatter the surroundin' ground,
Makin' earthquakes, makin' girls shake,
Small town boy, don't need no breaks,
When I get pulled over, it isn't about no drugs,
Pull out my liscense, and yes, it is my real mug,
The only thing I possess, is a broken a headlight,
Get a verbal warning, and I'm off through the night
No, I have not been 'drawin' blood like it's an art,,
Half these dudes, who start to get a part
Get jealous that my pc mic
Is beatin' them on the charts,
Screw holsters with pistols,
I drink folgers, and carry number 2 pencils,
But I've lived and I know,
What it is give, and to go,
But I ain't pretendin' or actin'
Like I'm in a gang wars script,
I'm just rapping for rappin', not this thug-drug shit,
One breath, two steps,
No rest, it's Icon, the glory finesse,
Addiction, you want more from his chest,
It's Icon, Icon, here to roll with the rest.
Here to connect,
