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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,559
Peak in subgenre #364
Author
Big Lebneni
Rights
Yesssssir
Uploaded
December 26, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 2.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:39
Lyrics
i aint no newb, i been rapping for a while
never one to lose, attacking with the style
actually been, macking since a child, featured on many playlist.
got true heads rackin their mind. leave em in a daze when
i speak, whether on stage or in a recording booth.
metaphors for days, im like a walking thesaurus dude.
from old to youth i generalise across the globe
i am the truth. you memorise every punch ive thrown
i mesmorise, knock em out cold in the first round.
stand the test of time, hold my own and emerge crowned
opponents inert, bound, wound, lay ground to the dirt
ive been high since birth, but still stay down to the earth
sounds submerged, drown out your hostile environment.
step out the hurt, no need for doctors and psychiatrists
your troubles i annihilate, with the flow and the beat
a couple of rhymes for old times sake, i go with the heat
i follow my street sense, since 10 i been married to death
any narrow defeat, im back on feet like apollo the ten,
i dont model my strength on fake idols or fashion models thats dense
but on smarter brothers so outta respect i hand a gallant attempt
battles are meant to sharpen my weapons, so i manage to blend
styles like MMA. defend while i stay sharp as an arrow head
other's can only shadow my best, parodies, parotts and jests
parents been proud of any medal hangin out on my chest
i'll happily admit i been blessed. kept at a nice family
readily fed, high standards but not quite vanity
the price, for poverty ironically will never be afforded.
daily wars are plotted, and refugees deported
admittidely, politically, i'm small time, still with a lot to learn
so i walk a fine line, my views still have not emerged
but i'm not a couch potato, staying quite as a mouse is fatal
so i hunt like a hound, and sniff knowledge out like they do
money we need, any modest amount is stable
from a pot smoker to stock broker, hunting any houses for sale
plans for running my business, a sole proprietor
im like a hundred men...restless. never need a ghost writer
i feed on hunger, and thats an oxymoron.
all i see is hungry emcees, so you better lock your door son
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