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Lyricism, rap, hip hop, ChaneReactioN
Hey, its ChaneReactioN, formerly known as CrAcKa-JaCk, have fun wit da music
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,017
Peak in subgenre #2,620
Author
ChaneReactioN/Rob Green
Rights
Ownage inc./Brobentertainment
Uploaded
August 13, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Just got a beat from my man and I ripped it apart, classic beat, classic song....ripped
Lyrics
ChaneReactioN, Ownage Inc. Rob Green, B Rob Entertainment www.soundclick.com/brobentertainment
Listen as my man Rob Green pounds them notes out on them ivory keys....
This rap shit gift was a gift that was givin to me,
And I'm gonna use it to the nth degree,
So if you afraid of the heat better start to flee....
yo, yo,
My raps are like daggers that tear at your flesh,
Cuz I spin this disc till there just aint nuthin left,
And then I jet, to the next, Im schizophrenic,
There aint a clever punchline out that I aint invented,
YOu cannot prevent it, so go wit the flow of this classic,
Better gimme the plastic cuz this rap shit imma rap it,
Up, you dumb fucks wanna try ya luck,
Better chances of gettin' to swing the first punch,
Cuz I eat up emcees like a fat kid gobbles up his lunch,
Now it's just a hunch, but I gotta bet that you're shook,
Cuz you took one look at my book and saw the plays I was callin,
Now I got you rappers like a fat skydiver, steady fallin,
And now you're bawlin them eyes out cryin and whinin out,
For me to pull the plug out, and disconnect ya life,
Funny how the man with the knife holds all the cards tonight...
This is a classic tried true and already spit,
And there aint a damn thing you can do to alter it,
Just halt a bit, listen stop and realize your faults all at once,
Cuz ChanereactioN n Bobby Green had it wrapped from day one...
Now I told you in verse one that this shit was on lock,
Now listen up as I tell you of how I got to this spot,
From my very first drop many said I was lyrically gifted,
So now the severity of this battle might have already shifted,
And kicked it, self into my corner like a tilted bookshelf,
My lines are like cancer sticks, severly bad for your health,
And no one can tell, what side effects might infect you next,
Whether it will affect your head, neck, chest or all the above,
So check, with your physician cuz my diction will leave you seriously,
inflicted, hidden within your person is the true cause of your sickness,
You got hate in your heart, and that shits got you addicted...
Once you run ChaneReactioN and Bobby Green you'll agree,
That we're quite possibly the greatest producer/emcee team,
You're turnin a shade of envy green,
So I believe this track has served it's purpose most purposefully...
Purposefully to me means that you all have been taken care of personally,
For when you verse against me, many of you will agree,
I'm meaner than a pitbull broken off it's leash,
So you wanna call a truce, this peace talk can cease,
And recede back to whichever mouth had done sowed the seed,
Now let me breathe....hhmmmph.... Now Im ready to attack,
With a bat, an axe, a bottle of jack, and a box of thumb tacks,
So I can pin raps up on the bulliten board,
I write so much they gave me a pulitzer prize award,
And Arthur gave me the Excalibur Sword to take care of any rap whores,
Who try to beat down my door, Leave em dead beheaded on my floor,
And what's more in store for anyone testing just what im doin,
You better come wit a head and a life thats worth losin...
So after this track you better be countin your losses,
Cuz you already waved that white flag, that towel, you tossed it,
I spit shit so gothic I turned your font all types and shades of black and gray,
Like you lookin out stevie wonder's eyes wonderin if you can see the rainy day...
