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I'm just basically trying to express myself musically in a genre I feel most comfortable in.
For Hip-Hop in General
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,409
Peak in subgenre #245
Author
Omnificent
Rights
Omnificent 2000-2010
Uploaded
January 20, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Yeah you never wanted it with me.
why don't you admit it,I been gone and seen alot of things.
but your elevation wasn't part of what I witnessed
matter fact, never have you exceeded your speed limit
you've been granny drivin, family ridin, plan on dyin, damn the tryin
Nif'll slam you till you cryin, hazard for your rhymin
when I swing and slippity slap you with the strength of a lion
Uppercut Airlines would like to thank you for flyin
yank em and strike em, until he rolls away with the sirens
I see you hatin when writin, lookin all angry and tired
I know I make you perspire, till you stank up entire
rooms and buildins, with the f*** in stench of liar
liar shirt, shoes, socks and pants on fire
silly rabbit took an extra hop to hop on the wire
makin call-outs, I answered back and smacked him with power
that showers this coward at a millions miles per hour!
What you thought I was done? Nah another 16 no hook b***
Look at my target, everybodies watchin lookin astonished
look at his hands, appears to be shook out of calmness
ask him if he wanna step, and step wit a foot so enormous
I could squish up a tour bus, I'm sick of my sore thumb
but clearin space out helps to rid me of boredom
Adept is a Food Bank cuz he dishes minimal portions
if rap was a mueseum, he'd be an exhibit on floor none
where's the competion...oh 10 years from our current position
what the f*** , your way out of your jurisdiction
your just a midget....but after I storm em and stickhim
forcefully rip him, he'll become sort of a midget
somebody call the mortician and tell em we normally tipem
with jewelry but the deceased was poorly positioned
due to the war of the midget verses the Lord of the lyrics
he could'nt get up enough to afford a remembrance
You never wanted me..to battle you..
you just wanna practice...what a sack of fruits
you shouldn't be rappin, practice couldn't help you
Ayo see I gotta end like this,with the veteran spit
supercalabattlelistic, He's lookin Eamon without all the lipstick
don't get me wrong, you still look like a b*** kid,
just check out his mid fade, I betcha like to rock some shades
and cop some sunrays on sunday, pussy you belong on run way
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