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Violent rap with a message.
Hip Hop is in the need of something new, but in order to become stronger it needs to be destroyed. Wh1Rlwind will destroy and rebuild.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,690
Peak in subgenre #733
Author
Whirlwind and J-Ward
Rights
2003
Uploaded
July 25, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Needed a longer freestyle than normal and felt the need to collab with my boy Josh/
Lyrics
J-Ward:
Like a home run Im gonna spit this and then round the bases
Yall cant stop me just keep makin them fucking goofy faces
As we set new paces
Win more races
Rhyme faster than your ears can hear with them fucking hearin aids in
Its an old school beat
A hott new rhyme
A pair of fresh new rappers
A new era in time
Get ready for this freight train cuz we're barrellin through
Yall best weight train we're gonna beat ya til youre black and blue
Listen to me clearly here Im gonna tell you the deal
Gettin our rhymes free, shit its nearly a god damn steal
So enjoy it, cherish it, listen to it mucho
Then tell us whats up and pay us our mother fucking loot yo
This aint over by a long shot so hear me out
Im gonna make our damn critics fuckin jump up and shout
Like Evander holyfield fans at a mike tyson fight
When he started losing, saw his ear and took 2 fucking bites
And spit it out just like I do every time that I rhyme
Make your eyes light up and fucking jaws drop multiple times
What fucking more can I do
What more can I possibly say
To prove to you pussies im not the new Eminem Snoop or Dre
Im sure as hell better than Ja though, he should die anyday
So now whatchu bitches got to fuckin throw at my way when I call
My RHYMES CUT YOU, words SHOOT YOU down from huge to small
Your blood from the stabbings and bullet holes are STILL DRIPPIN AND ALL
Whirlwind:
Im traveling at light speed, too fast for you to fight me//
Im insane slightly, i might be, the next cop killer like Ice-T//
Frightening, try me, I'll put a fucking glock to ya spine B//
Or start tightening my fucking fingers cross your neck, n toss the tech//
Watch ya chest, im sending bullets at a high velocity//
Anyone crossing me, there's no stopping me properly//
Bitch, I'll slash ya spleen, fill ya lungs wit gasoline//
Light a match and jump on yer fucking chest like a trampoline//
Start to laugh-and-scream as yer bloody carcus is dragged by paramedics//
Die you fucking cunt! There-I-said-it, these crackers compared to me? They're-pathetic//
Beefs with me is like Pontiac Azteks, stay-out-of-em//
Can't beat me, pussies are weak like a Cage-album, and thats when I take-valiums//
And drink 8 gallons, of the hardest liquor, vomit my guts up and blow it up on the largest picture//
Projected, im prophetic, yo jay ward *what up*, hahaha!//
Sawed off music, haul off to it, and murder the next mother fucker looking at ya awkward//
Make ya lungs softer, and stuff ya inside yer homie's locker, gotcha!//
What now punk hoe-ass, don't wanna end up in my trunk? GO FAST!!!//
I'll blow off your right section like some disturbed disection, ya don't know who ya might-be testing//
I'm likely dressing, in some bloodsplattered clothes after a stop wit yer family//
Don't be mad-at-me, cuz my fantasy is to gradually reinact the holocaust//
All-yall-lost, you can't even begin to shit rhymes and spit sicker lyrics//
Im infested with twisted spirits, of serial killas, picture and hear-this//
This backlash, I never planned it, but I guess its foreseen since my lyrics are satanic//
You can't stand-it, and thats what makes me the sickest asshole on the planet//
When this pistol's brandished it's like the Invisible man just vanished, and left his shoes on the granite//
GOD DAMMIT!!! This room's becoming slanted//
Ressurection like Lazarrus, flip the mic to Jay Ward//
Spitting to flame whores, like TECCA NINA did to J-KOR//
Back-and-forth, smash-ya-porshe into your porch at full force, and pull out macks-at-yer-door//
Stab-yer-whore, stealing yer bitch's necklace, I'm reckless, knocking bitch's off my CHECKLIST, I'm RESTLESS//
Yall don't wanna test this, specially if yer vestless//
Tech less, or empty clips, cuz Im so fucked up off these TWENTY HITS//
Mugging bums on benches, GIMME YER PENNIES BITCH!!//
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