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A vampire sounding fake voice using sunova bish.. - Not my quote
En*de"mic, Endemical En*de"mic*al, a. [Gr. ?, ?; ? + ? the people: cf. F. end['e]mique.] (Med.) Peculiar to a district or particular locality, or class of persons; as, an endemic disease. Note: An endemic disease is one which is constantly present to a greater or less degree in any place, as distinguished from an epidemic disease, which prevails widely at some one time, or periodically, and from a sporadic disease, of which a few instances occur now and then. Editorial:- Errrrm...Listen to my tracks ;)
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Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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Peak #959
Peak in subgenre #87
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December 04, 2002
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MP3 5.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Embrace Tha Fakeness, Im Leaving Tha Scenes Traceless Like QN5 On Tha Waves You Better Man Your Battle Stations My Mic Is Tha Device That Sends Y'all To Visit Chirst Im Over Bitten, Every Emcee Wants To Mimik Me Twice But Theres A Limit To Life, If Disregarding My Copyright Y'all Be Hurting Like Ivan Drago During A Rocky Fight Locked Loaded And In Sight, Fuck Tha Sniper With Tha Scope I Plant My Speakers Behind Y'all And Rock Tha Microphone Mothers Fuckers Wanted To Play, But Didnt Kno Tha Game They Was Playing My Minds A Oiuja Board, Picked A Few Letters And Summoned Satan Moments Later Tha Room's Full Of Ashes And Smoke Just Like A Poker Night With Firefighters, Cops And Swat Searching With Focused Light Locusts Might Attack Y'all Village When Im Experiencing Pillaging Your Battle Rhymes Are Blanks On A Crossword, You Just Fill Em In My Words Are Simmering Nitro Glycerine During Infernos This Jotted Page Causes A Craze To Make Even My Stans Burn Y'all Im Eternal, Ahead Of Y'all Power Giving Me Boosts Of Energy There Can Be Only One, But It Seems Im Everyones Enemy Squaring Against Me, Your Out Of Time Like Looted Clock Stores (You Feasibly Bite) 5 Other Rappers Are Recently Recovering From Lock Jaw Pass Through Red And Still Nothing Can Stop Y'all, What Gives? Tha Only Way Y'all Gone Son Something Is If You Have Kids Kicking Those Punches Like A Skitzofrenik Did You Have Fun At All? Fans Cheer As You Leave Tha Stage, As Another Emcee Is Comming On Blunder Calls, Commercial Work Is Talking Bout Y'all Clout In This Arena You Can Be Tha Poor Country, Living Hand To Mouth Tha Land Of Tha Mouse, My 9 Lives Attack Y'all Little Ones My Breath Control Could Walk All Over You With Crippled Lungs With A Missle Tongue I Barrage Tank Chopers Like Desert Storm All You Have To Do Is Arrive At Tha Studio To Leave Your Profession Torn When Im Measured Upon Weakness, Im Longer Than A World Tour Y'all Parents Is Your Fanbase, You Don't Even Deserve To Deserve More You Should Learn Chores As Your Dayjob Is Not Making Songs You Couldnt Win If I Wrote Your Verse, Cause You Spat It Wrong Even If You Knew My Weaknesses And I Handed Out Killer Personals I'll Use Your Track As A Reversal Spit It Back And Murder Y'all Terminal Velocity Is Tha Speed, That Y'all In Tha Dirt Dug At Least 8 Foot Deep Underground, Like A Mole In The Works Folding A Shirt Just Like A Home Maker Is Y'all Dream Job Y'all As Tasteless On Tha Mic As Is Cream On Tha Cob You Need Off Tha Job Training, Matter Of Fact Lets Get Basic Y'all Might As Well Give Y'all Whole Fucking Style A Facelift Makeshift, No One Wants To Make Do With This Fake Shit You Got People Calling You Up Saying Why's This Nursey Rhyme Laced Wit A Break Beat, Is This Your Attempt At Being Inventive Dunn Your Old Skool Now, Been Trying To Get Your Tape Out Since 21 Fucking Fag, Y'all Better Of Sticking To Ass Like Wet Pants I Never Knew You Could Precipitate So Much With Undersized Sweat Glands Ive Met Fans That Would Give Me A Better Contest Than You If Your So Sick Then You Better Stay Home And Nurse That Flu (Hatchoo) I Just Had A Thought About That You've Never Had One Your So Dead Right Now That Your Tha President Of Tha Heaven Fan Club You Ought To Be Looking Forward To Death Like Morgue Workers And Your About As Close To Sleeping With Tha Fishing As Shore Lurkers Or Poor Persons Under Tha Bridge Cuddling Up To Barrels Of Fire Your Making Pussy Music That Not Even Pharrell Can Take Higher I Break Liers Into Atoms And Spread Futher Than A Texan Span Man! Im Such A Role Model That Even My Stans Have Stans You Have Fans? Oh Yea I Get It, No Wonder Your So Cool Lasting Tha First Round, Your Like A Lotto Player, Hopeful Ive Told You Once And Im Sure That You've Heard This From Ya Friends Like A Few Good Men You Rated Jack On A Scale Of 1 To 10 Thats As Good As It Gets And For You I Bet Its Over Exertion Your Worthless But This Is Far From Over
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