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Coming out of Ottawa, this young rapper prides himself on lyrical ability and conceptual ideas. Using simple equipment, Conics has made the best of his situation proving to be a force in local circles. Freestyling to recordings, Conics is bound for greatness if given the opportunities.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #5,237
Peak in subgenre #2,989
Author
Conics
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Copyright to Dj Destroyer Productions 2005
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June 08, 2006
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:40
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things have changed cause it just aint the same paintin the game like a true rap artist im goin the farthest, i spit the hardest its difficult comin up in this world of doubt i've swallowed my pride now ima hurl it out cause i cant take this sh** no more stressin out my pores cause lifes a b*** but i guess it depends on what you do with it do these spits to stay alive, nine to five i gotta eat, gotta pay off the bills before i get killed, this deal is real and you mistaken, cause there aint no escapin the clocks are racing so it's time we're wasting future's been taken over with the past and im in last put you to sleep, just find a bed cause i'll split ya at the neck just to get a head. muthaf*** a. crazy when i spit, i almost stop breathen just give me a reason or sumthin to beleive in cause im lost in myself, dont know where im goin flowin from left to right wihout even knowin but when i look at life and death i realise im willing to take my last breath take my final step in this journey called life is it right to leave my wife, and all the memories will she even remember me or am i that hated overrated to the point where people are sick of me am i that sickening that no one out there is even actually listenin i dont know where to turn when my heart burns there's so much to learn but i aint got time i just got ryhmes and i wonder when im six feet under who will be the true homies at my funural it'll just be I and i aint talkin roman numerals
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