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One person band, i love throwin it down on the mic with a write.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,039
Peak in subgenre #578
Author
Sykotic
Uploaded
August 10, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:40
Story behind the song
Started out well, and ended well...so i recorded it, all props to Dr. Dre, for the beat
Lyrics
Intro: some people say..., fuck it
some people say
oh my god no way
how can someone tolerate
when you live in a mental state
that is determined not to fake
on lifes slate
about to knock you out where you lay
now where are you
and what should you do
I’ll tell you what you should do
move, and continue to move
until you make yourself a groove
before I put you in the tomb
I’ll consume,
everything that comes my way
and throw them back in a different way
stay for a while
till my thoughts compile
hold up, don’t touch that dial
because I’m about to ring ring
listen to the way my chain goes ching ching
and to the way the woman sings
because your over now
the last sound you made was “ow”
oh what to do, what to do
don’t touch me you fucking goof
oof, crack, god, smack
ratatatat
layin down flat
it was a trap you walked into
multiple guns blew
but where are you now?
and whats that sound?
oh shit your underground
just like my lyrical hound
doesn’t matter though
because your rhymes were stopped
cracked, hacked
slacked and backed off
don’t think soft on this
oh wait, time for a chorus
pop pop, your life stops, cock cock two shots, hot hot my flow got I get more props
this is where the chorus stops
everyone wants to hip hop
on the bandwagon
hell I’m not slangin
but look at me now
I’m found around
world renowned
safe as sound
this is your new burial ground
you wound up
steadily locked up
in chains
I got the brains and insane range for this game
you hear that?
they already came
that fast
you got the time?
bout half past
half past my blast
and you in the trash
now I reach into my stash
and make a sudden dash
my shit lasts
it has to be
because your illiteracy
you see?
cant comprehend me
you gotta pop E
to even compete
to even speak
because I pack heat
and I’m about to skeet skeet
all over your sheets
bout to unpack a heap
of it on your bitch
let me switch my verb
its absurd in a different word
scratch that itch
I’ll replace it with a stitch
get back saddle in
I never say I’m fin-ished
until my earthly image
is diminished
hell when the whole earth is gone
my soul lyrics still live on
pop pop, your life stops, cock cock two shots, hot hot my flow got shit I get more props this is where the chorus stops
it isn’t coincidental
it’ll make you mental
listen into all my instrumentals
shit shows
roll them bones
nah I don’t need owns
because I already own em
all you throw is sticks and stones
chew on this, then
can you say it once again?
my train of thought
never stops
get some balls
and wait for them to drop
its chanted in the halls and wont ever stop
I got,
more than a shop
more than a shot
like the core of a hawk
all this talk and no do
the shit hit the fan and flew
ew you might say
but I steadily stand
if you need a helping hand
manned in a hole
I have no goal
except to be the biggest
and the sickest of rhymes
not to slang the most dimes
or to bust the most nines
but to kick it at the best times
listen to my insane mind
speak from behind to front
brought amongst
the panel of judges
pronounced the roughest
stuff this
and hit it off once again
take aim and try to withstain
this membrane name
pop pop, your life stops, cock cock two shots, hot hot my flow got shit I get more props
this is where the chorus stops
