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Battles, Source, Freestyles, Hip Hop, Rap, Commercial, Mainstream, Underground
Get At Me.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,599
Peak in subgenre #337
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
December 07, 2005
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Copywrite - "Tower Of Babble"
Lyrics
You silly as fuck, for thinkin you bringin' enough / Mini-Men, in Caravans, you'll be leaving in trucks
Lights blinkin' in front, red white sirens oscillatin' / I'm a constallation, telescopin' you in observation
A lotta hate, wait till the end, disable his kin / Da Source about to make Anthrax famous again
I stay where a ten, can feed fiends rocks for dinner / So stocked, my whole blocks a shoppin center
I don't box beginner's, but chu deserve a lesson / I eat my personal best, you get served the seconds
Burnin wreckage, frozen face, watever that motivates / No escape, I'll pin-point ya ego if it don't deflate
I'm blowin' gates and doors, puttin' fakes in floors / Source the medication the game been waitin' for
Taste the raw, freedom to beat him till thangs hang / Fuck a Anthrax, man I smoke weed of the same name
It's easy to change lanes, when you control the cruise / I been walkin' over ya head man, my toes is bruised
Shows for dues, I spray crack, DJs can blaze that / I know you, a homo givin' BJs for play back
I stay laxed, in Cadillacs, Ac's and Navies / Big Bills, Tip Drills, I'm into stacks and phatties
Ask ya daddy, baby boy off the bib / Quit frontin' youngin' when you was born I bought the crib
I'll toss ya limbs and veins, put Timbs to frames / No doubt Source shit is hot, man I'm pissin' flames
You kissin' dames, I dick mouthed, more grills than Swish House / You makin' out with what wifey forgot to rinse out
Been bout the dolla, so chickens holla day-to-day / Every day I cop what you still got on lay-a-way
So say what you will, I pray that you chill / Spark these, I'm off knees, you'll be the prey that I kill
[HOOK] x2
In every city or state... I get plenty of hate
Enemies in my vicinity, quickly disinegrate
Got em swingin' they necks, gotta be slingin' checks
Want Beef, I Got Beef, I Will Bring It You To Direct
[HOOK]
Source to Anthrax is sorta like mice & men / Ya mouth clap, this mouse-trap will slice & dice ya chin
I write whats in, again and again, repetitive / I'm better than, gettin' slept on, without a sedative
You will never get to my level, reign or plane / I bang wit gangs, where frames get slain for caine
Don't hang ya chain outside the collar of ya shirt / Thats how you get murked, or end up wallowin' in dirt
I flirt first, then pimp hard, fuckers finna get scarred / How you feel, watchin' me bumpin' by in yo bitch car
I switch guards up, and let defenses down / Plus I beat the King's ass with the Prince's crown
This is how we do it in the City of the Chi / The streets is mine, there aint no pity for you guys
Realize I never gave a fuck flyin / But I know from tryin how much it sucks dyin
[HOOK]
