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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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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #21
Peak in subgenre #13
Author
Conics
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Copyright to Dj Destroyer Productions 2006
Uploaded
June 18, 2006
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:57
Lyrics
crackin these cats like they was eggs got girls down for whateva like they got no legs but i make'm beg for a bit til i make'm moan kick em out, then b*** es sprint like my phone holdin my own, with the deals i make anything i want, i just steal or take im in the top spot cause i dont cop rocks and im still over your lines like i was playin hop skotch havnt heard me lately, yea ive been-in-a-slumber but like retired jerseys I'll put an end-to-ya-number i should be in the olympics cause im the best runner got 6 feet of dirt for ya ass to rest under so dont come steppin quick, i got the tek and clips poppin more wigs than zits, no farts with these rips i smoke so much, everything has a tint of green dont laugh son, i ruin lives like pregnant teens i make more tracks than if ya tires locked i got mo scrilla like we was surfin firefox im a stoner and i just need to face it my life is an episode of that 70's show in the basement im the meanest kid, sendin anyone to heaven and i devistate families like i was 9/11 im like blocked sewage pipes cause i take no sh** creatin spits, its the life i lead it aint even that time of the month but i make you bleed im a chef with a lighter, yea bakin weed i touch people when i spit so you can feel-ya-death convict cause i'll slash necks and steal-ya-breath a shot from the top, folow my gun how you gon shine when ya b*** is swallowin my son she gives me head just to get through to you and yea she calls me the rooster cause my cock'll do the do i rip kids like paper, im ripped like muscles been smokin too much and not enough hustles i keep makin money but its a little bit funny how my mom keeps takin every cent from me i touched his arm... suddenly felt a scam so i slit his wrists through and gave him a helping hand and if you understand these lines, then holla back cause i keep this flow tight like a bottle cap im sick of these h*** sluts bout to get they throats cut got a computer and gun, which one should i load up y'all should elevate so you wont be half as bad on second thought... why clown on somethin you'll never have i use to know some fake homies... and its stayed the same they wouldnt have me thinkin of doom if i played the game im like a joint outdoors cause you cant even match this i drop lip bombs b*** and i aint talkin bout chap sticks
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