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Rage & Obscene - Shadows Of Doubt
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Shadowvilleproductions on the beat Rage 1st verse..hook..and last verse Obscene on 2nd and 3rd verse
boston east minds vengeful mindz
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vengeful minds, hektik, judge d, oblivious, desolate, hush, 2face, pilze, ice-pic, aztech
www.soundclick.com/rage617 www.soundclick.com/rage617 www.soundclick.com/rage617 www.soundclick.com/rage617 www.soundclick.com/rage617 PROJECT MAYHEM PAGE BUT COULDNT CHANGE NAME SO FUCK IT .. site ran by RAGE the 17 year old prodigy [and old ass tracks]
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,111
Peak in subgenre #587
Author
Rage
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vengeful minds
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September 24, 2006
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MP3 4.6 MB • 128 kbps • 5:00
Lyrics
Let the madness come out in this savages sound In a battle im bound to erase any shadows of doubt Im a dragon with a magma filled mouth,sprayin flames out my snout I'll write rage on my dick and take my name out your mouth, I ain't playin with kids i'll make ya cranium split When im raidin ya house,im enforcin like task the boston sqaudron extortin for cash Gettin more then a portion or half,hardcore with the raps,ill send my soldiers in ya crib Like the quartering act,informin with facts There's so much more ta find vision distorted and blind The corpse that'll rise,from a sayonce in the graveyard Insane bars contained in my brain and theyre made to make chaos You ain't hard,my skills are developin As if i worked at a photo store bitch I'ma here to fuck up your world worse then global warming There is no warning i'm reporting distorting the image before you depict it (Hook) No one is created equal,fuck how you look and your color Don't judge a book by its cover don't judge a crook by his hustle Tryna rhyme against us then you lookin for trouble This ain't football but when i battle it looks like a huddle I decypher my life inside of a cypher there decesive dicyples We write precise like lookin through the sights of a rifle On the mic im a psycho,so fuck you and what you stand for They call me hush cuz when im done you wont say a damn word (Obscene) Intill the day that im slain, ill be deranged with my ways Angry games i play in my brains, you decay in a grave Electric thoughts produce such a shook,yall be lost left to rot,i aint clusterphobic love being stuffed in a box what i jot the spits that i drop so hot leave ya jaw stuck in awe when u hatas gon' stop?,i got tricks for you kids, get off of my cock silly faggot dicks are for chicks, ill spit at ya chick, and im diggin her tits so im diggin right in,influcend by the rudest most obnxious pricks I make you feel foolish with music You got not choice but to bob to it Reppin boston till im off of this so when i throw my 3 upps Yall get beat up till u unconcious kids and the doctors callin it Ready to pull the plug, i dont shoot with slugs id rather grab a skateboard and use the truck,to bruise you up you stupid fucks (Hook) No one is created equal,fuck how you look and your color Don't judge a book by its cover don't judge a crook by his hustle Tryna rhyme against us then you lookin for trouble This ain't football but when i battle it looks like a huddle I decypher my life inside of a cypher there decesive dicyples We write precise like lookin through the sights of a rifle On the mic im a psycho,so fuck you and what you stand for They call me hush cuz when im done you wont say a damn word (obscene) im fiesty with words my knife be a sword ill be spittin tight, till im up in the source with 5 mics and awards, killin u herbs, gettin grilled with the herb lyrics chillin ya world,if u step to scene ya get fucked like when i chill with a girl,this chemistry got me selfishly Goin to a melody like ballerinas that twirl,rhymes perfected Nothin but freshness like a blunt for a dollar and 25cents kid Come with senseless sentances since my adolescents Been a genius since my first breaths in never learned from parents Teachin my dad the lessons,my crew is wreckless everything i do's relentless I force the dress up and fuck it,like formals with drunk kids My flows ab-normal like an average stomach,one uppercut Ta ya gut and ya upchukking step up to my platform and u faggots'll plummit I create trends,you hataz stay fakin i'll take ya fame in the end im creative like zens (Hook) No one is created equal,fuck how you look and your color Don't judge a book by its cover don't judge a crook by his hustle Tryna rhyme against us then you lookin for trouble This ain't football but when i battle it looks like a huddle I decypher my life inside of a cypher there decesive dicyples We write precise like lookin
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