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Nothin Left to Carry On feat. Lyricist & Rashade
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My hot single featuring Lyricist and Rashade. Big shout outs to my boy Eric Sim for providing the dope ass beat!
pzhickz
PzHiCkZ (physics) - hip hop artist who drops nothing but knowledge.
This is your boy, PzHiCkZ. I am 18 years old, and a very aspired artist. I am mainly a student, but I always leave time to make more and more tracks. The saying is that you get better the more and more you write. Anyways, tell me what you think about my music. I won't take anything offensively if you are truely honest with your opinions. They say the harshest critic is yourself.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #6,915
Peak in subgenre #3,729
Author
PzHiCkZ/Produced by Eric Sim
Rights
2005
Uploaded
September 26, 2005
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MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
This is for all those haters out there who think you can stop me.
Lyrics
Lyrics for "Nothin Left to Carry On Remix" feat Lyricist & Rashade Verse 1: Pzhickz yeah, all these hatas done got to me, I don’t know know whats reality/ yeah and I thought my *flows were sick* until I *threw it up* out of me// not a G(angsta), not a C(rip), not a B(lood), but the prodigy, this kid just gotta be/ the next best thing, but hes just not hot// put down spot to spot with nothing to cop/ nothing to top, cause now nothins got a shot// cept me, I just want a chance/ feels like theres no *reign(rain)* without my *dance*// I aint *in-the-end*(indian) though, I *just started the flow*/ But next week im told that im not up in the show// Nowhere to go, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide/ Seems I get dissed no matter how hard I would try// I could spit lines of fire, and you couldn’t feel heat/ you think my rhymes gon get me to eat?// I cant just consume fumes and *get gassed to pass*/ I *rip it* when I *let it flow* and that’s true fact// But you plain wack and why you hatin on me? Then If i end up on bottom you’d be laughin at me?// Praying that I fall and never make the top of the C(harts)/ Wishin that id be over or even end up diseased…// Just jealous cause you bitches cant get it wit ease/ Got this locked like you had some fucked up knees// I keep it cocked, yeah-that’s my lyrical piece/ I let out shots, like a man with MD(doctor)// So, when im down, can you help me please?/ And stop wishin I’s contagious with this damn disease// think you can stop me, but it’s me keeping me down…/ But since I got me rollin,damn, theres no turning around…// Verse 2: Lyricist n/a Verse 3: Rashade n/a
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