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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #10,743
Peak in subgenre #148
Rights
yes
Uploaded
January 27, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:28
Story behind the song
just 3 random quik verses put together spat all in one recording
Lyrics
knock knock
whos there
its mills
you aint got a clue when ive even left hints
ive been spinnin heads like i was the fresh prince
born the best and ive been the best since
then a saw gemma then i give her the breath mints
hit u with an alloy till ive tired you out
im so underground i cant find my house
i gotta t-pea and mask filled with tribal power
i gotta tech nine the size of the eifel tower
im on full my mics powered with electric rays
i damage the set so u best suggest the stage
i'll finish you faze ,cus if thats your best guess?
i be checkin u like i was ....a breath test
i aint dressed yet, you'll have to wait on minute
cus im bound to pop-eyes like eatin spinich
audience always knowing droppin bombs will feature
but cuz,the only feedback your gettin is from your speaker
im fed up wi peer presure, kickin more care
theres a lesson for rep's i stand up and declare
my recipe for tech food, formidable ways
spents two may days just for minimum wage
cuts and grazes still display on the back of my fist
task master pesist the tenth challanger twist
rode my rage rapids, thats the challengers tact
even ciaropracters aint holding me back
the tenth stage stalker proud prowler of rap
poems aint enough huh!? its knowing the knack
how can u spill spits still knowing ya whack
am hot like ya sweat but colder than taps
bomb poems impact on em mowing em back
i flex like the back bone of a curious cat
with 9 lives forever aint doing the math
ignite cus im an octane holder of gas
hold my rights in a sack got my plan of attack
my night vision tuned swing illuminum bats
40 gallon in the tank, bezzin up the flank
fiesta rank high first stop at the bank
trying to please and still u say come across rude
riding in threes give an afternoon for you
modding up the crews verc's first tighten the screws
losen the glue nuttin to proove we just got summin to do
static can co wonders bruvas holdin their tools
problem arouse house fire come we ready to dowse
swat were about out n an around at the nite
only my car u can see in ya lights
cotchin for an invite had feeling u might
handcuff ya man to lampost then readin your rights
scrubbing em up but still didnt see no fights
two many heads stay low and it'll be alrite
we spin wheels right for dem deal like
speedo's lie consealed right keepin blue neon lights
what can u do. u see nothing but a dusty lane
wi no road then we head for the ruff terrain
stay off the hindges far from the gust or rain
become the best to serve prooving that we aint playin
