Put you on the game freestyle
up coming underground rapper
a yo its me the kid blaze the beast reppin sing sing city aka ossining & new rochelle NY baby
Story behind the song
had tha beat, & wanted 2 get a lil cocky with it. will be re-doing soon
Lyrics
I tell you niggas all day every day.
I keep it gully & spit it in any way.
DR Papi Chulo, & got that Ill flow.
Shit if it look good, I’m a cop those.
I’m rocking one earring in my ear.
Shit so fresh & nice, don’t care who stares.
I’m the rude dude to walk on your grave.
Hit you so hard, hope your chest don’t cave.
Got more latin & black flavor, then flava flave.
Can kill you with a spoon in 60 different ways.
Don’t wanna fight me. I’ll re-arrange your face.
And leave the CO in you lungs, encaged.
I’m that same kid who used to be quiet.
Now smoking trees, and causing riots.
I guess these rap niggas on a diet.
Cuz all of them seem no longer hungry.
Shitty music of today, from niggas “above me.”
Since 15 had my own entourage.
“Was that Blaze or a clone? Maybe a mirage.”
Now I’m driving niggas straight psycho.
But I keep it polite though. & rep Street Disciples.
Eastside all day, every day. yep the new fireman.
It’s Blaze man. Fresh whoop ass released from the can.
I control my fate, without the “Sands of time.”
So much shit on my wrists. I can’t afford to be on time.
Laughing at these invertebrates, cuz they got no spines.
187 keep it real in the streets & low online.
Then chicks wonder why us DR niggas so fine.
Girl, if I put you on Blaze, in ecstasy you’ll stay all the time.
Ha ha ha ha ha mother fuckers, Street Disciples. 187 boyz ya heard.
