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Battles, Source, Freestyles, Hip Hop, Rap, Commercial, Mainstream, Underground
Get At Me.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,686
Peak in subgenre #67
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
August 02, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 5.7 MB • 128 kbps • 6:11
Story behind the song
Mobb Deep & Jadakiss - "One Of Ours"
Cassidy - "The Pump"
Alchemist - "Essence"
John Creasy - "It Must Be Judgement Day"
Lyrics
[HOOK]
Wipe ya mic off... dust that rust man
What you hyped for? You'll get slumped fam
Dude, I write raw... don't get touched damn
See me when you see me, but be easy muhfucka
[HOOK]
Source here to fight lames, aim for ya mane's mouth / Ya used to be White Flame, till I blew ya flames out
You aint bout nothin, never was you ever though / I know it makes you sick, prick, I got a salmonella flow
I'm so vicious and explicit wit my fuckin lyrics / Orgasmic words, nigga's and birds come to hear it
I'm nearin' the title, my lines is the best B / What kinda real rapper has to bite a textcee?
You on the net see, barely gettin local hype / If Rap Flava died, welp, there goes ya social life
And I ain't focused right, so appreciate my pity / Stay smokin' Cleveland Brown, my Green stays in Phillies
All the debatin's silly, Source by a land-slide / I got knuckle narcotics, watch me get cha hands high
No damn lie, when I hit you can't tolerate it / It aint shit, cuz when he spit, he sound constipated
[HOOK]
[Beat Switch]
Look at his face, it's heavy, but his body light / Just another white boy who idolizes Copywrite
You know I'm droppin tight, bombin' every block in sight / Cuz like a bad blood match, you know I'm not the type
To fuck wit, you done did, the worst thing / Ya heart aint beatin no more, I hear it bursting
My verse sling pounds, it's nothin to stretch a clown / But I ain't used to seein you beyond a second round
So put cha weapons down, Source blast Thraxidermist / Of course I'm bout to stuff this cat like a taxidermist
I'm steady snatchin' earnins', haters hate the fans of me / How ill is he? The last two niggas had to sample me
I keep it jammin' B, respect is what you never get / You ain't have to bite, cuz I could ghost-write some better shit
When that baretta spit, see how hot the metal get / You was never White Flame, cuz ya flame was never lit
Ya shits irrelevant, black smoke in ya eyes / I could say a fat joke, but I'm not one to Criticize
Don't try to dip and slide, dash from a quick flicker / You wrap with no emotion like a bad gift giver
I'll smash this nicca, flows get dealt / You made a Biter Chronicles and got exposed ya'self
I hold the belt, my wealth make bitches smile / Whats the point of switchin ya beats if you never switch ya style
[Beat Switch]
Step to the challenge to balance, this don't feel even / Yeah ya mic is shitty, but thats not the real reason
I'll leave ya grill leanin', words put an end to you / Thrax wanna smoke? Cuz this the third L I'm givin' you
Nerds wanna interview, just try me nigga / Dame Dash got a better chance re-signing Jigga
My lines is sicker, its grimy cuz you less than hot / While Source still serve cats like chinese restaurants
Wether I'm the best or not, I bet I pop a lame reppin / My pistons eliminate Cleveland like Game 7
I aint stressin', this one round let's go for two / Nigga's wanted you banned so they aint bout to vote for you
Lines I coulda wrote for you, all you had to do was ask / I'm winnin this pageant dog, I ain't givin you the sash
But since you wanna clash, I can scrape a honest fan / Where the hell you lace ya vocals, in ya fuckin closet man?
You know its not a tan, Source spittin heat-waves / Of course I got a whip and chains, but I ain't never keep slaves
You seem strange, road blocks won't kill my mission / You just a short stop, like an infield position
I got an intution, whack, Thrax, its all the same / Stop rap, and try to join the Rock n' Roll Hall Of Fame
You think its all a game, you gotta know, I grant vision / Text to audio, ya sorry flow ain't make the transition
[Beat Switch]
[HOOK]
Watch who you fuckin' wit'... Cuz I will bust ya shit...
And when it comes to beef, I never get enough of it....
I'll eat cha fuckin' clique... You steady duckin this...
And I got barrels of bullets that you can come and g
