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BlackIce- Solo Member who raps..has beats has frees, has flows, disses, audio in general
Reppin T.Dot im from the 932 playa..self produced self everything goin on..
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,461
Peak in subgenre #1,324
Author
Practitioner
Rights
YESSIRREE
Uploaded
February 17, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:50
Story behind the song
101 bars... no hooks...
Lyrics
If You Can Only Focus On 1% Of What You See
If You Took A Step Back Wouldnt Your World View Increase?
Defeating The Zoom, Looking Further Into View
Let Light Illuminate And Slowly Seep Into You
No More Reasons To Fist-Throw
Instead A World Wide Spit Though
Banishing The Durence Of Hate, Containing Mephisto
Damning The Prime Evils
Like Bad People Thinking They're My Rhyme Equals
I Let Their Teeth Know With A Prime Knee Blow
Then Let My Feelings Try And Feed Flow
Its A Life Of 'Throw' Or Be Thrown
So I Let The Greeks Know With A Spoken Key Note
100 Bars In Different Octaves
Ranging From C-To-C Seeming Cautious
All I Remember Was Leaving Nauseous
No More Deposits Remain Of Robbers
Whom I Shot With Rockets
Ive Had Enough Of People Who Walk Gimped And Talk Shit
My Flows Arent Venomous, But They're Pure Toxin
They Could Lure Oxen
Like The First Nations Top Ten
With Blades On The Long End
Havin The Oxen Drop Dead
Echanted Were The Lances
Followed By Cryptic Dances
To Enhance The Chances Of The Lances
As The Blade Launches On The Oxen's Haunches
When It lashes Flauntless Its Stopless
I Knock Novices Point Blank In Offices
Practitioner Will Rule Forever Offered The Prophetess
People Will Come Cop His Disk
Never Has He Been Stopped In Spits
So Why Try To Top His Writs?
I Leave Mic's Scorchin
Cuz I Take In More Knowledge Than
Cotton Balls Absorbsion
Anyone Illa Than Prac'?
Come Forth Then
Beat Ya Best With Only A Fraction Of Proportion
If U Got A Good Fortune
And Had Punches And You Threw Some
You'd Become A Mutant And Look Gruesome
Lookin Like U Self Performend Nuclear Fusion
Theres Obviously Nothing There You Can Do Son
Theres Nothing Here To Break The Envy
I Hope You Arent The "Great" They Sent Me
Cuz U Aint Worth A Penny Let Alone Rhyme I've Plenty
Talk To 'P'? Try To Rock With Me?
Stop And See U Get Clocked And Beat
Cuz I Drop A Free Properly
Face To Face There Aint No Toppin 'P'
Words Blast Aww-Fully
Im Like A Cocked Glock
That Walks The Streets
Inflicting Pain On Those Who Opt. To Speak
Hours Later They Often Reek
Like Hordes Of Dead Fish On The Beach
So When These People Spit In Rage
I Lift The Gauge And Inflict The Pain
I Look On As There Life Is Slit And Drained
Watchin Kids Who Spits Get Slain
See If they Can Live The Same
Those Who Looked And Saw The Inch Remains
Knew His "INS" Seemed Grey
Like An Ocean Creat Of Sea Spray
I Left His Face Out Of Distance And Contorted Till It Was Deranged
I Put Ya Head On A Nickle
And Fuckin Toss Liars
Stuff U Between 4-Doors
Leavin U Trapped Within A Cross-Fire
Wrap Your Lips Around The Sound Of The Exhaust Pipe
I Step On The Gas Until U Cant Cough Or Talk Right
And Your Eyes Go From A Dark Red
To A Gloss White
And U Get Put Out Like Busted Park Lights
I Start Fights, Like Apples Im Pickin 'Em
I Find Cherry Bombs To Stick In 'Em
And Stick 'Em In!
The Sound Of Those Blows Are Straight Sickenin!
I Cant Hear U, Speak Again?
Theres An Explosive In Ya Stomache
And The Wick Is Lit?
How Sick Is It?
Depends On How Heavy These Bricks'll Get
Maybe Not B, Ice'll Hang u On The Line Like Laundry
Get The Tommy
And Have u Boarded Up Like This Was Hockey
Burn Your Throat With Coffee I Found In The Motel Lobby
Get Out The Way If U See Me Drivin A Car
I Get Up On Sidewalks Riding The Tar
I Get At U As Soon As I Invited The Dark
Strap The Glove Up With Grim
Cuz U Just Dyin To Spar
Death's Stare Is Just Eyein The Mark
Just Anotha Brotha Takin Pride From Inside Ya Heart
Lay On Ya Butt, Holdin Ya Gut Because Ya Hurt Now!
And U Felt The Flames
Since U Were In The Building When It Burnt Down
U Just A Joke Playin A Murked Clown
And U Got Gowned The Moment U Put ur Skirt Down
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