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Little Trinity
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Battle track with jvillian/kronik/lil money/trinity/surreal/whatever his name is this week, lol
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Hip-Hop you can relate to, even if you dont relate.
I'm Emcee Lug. I write my own lyrics. I dont bite lines. When I spit a freestyle, it's actually a freestyle. I'll batte anyone, no matter if it's track or freestyle, because I've got the drive to win.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,260
Peak in subgenre #716
Author
Lyrics by Justin Butler
Rights
CNEoM
Uploaded
January 26, 2007
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MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 1:35
Story behind the song
Battle track
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like the nation, i'll leave you red, white, and blue i dont even need the gun, i'll leave you dead fightin too i'm re-writin you, and i still cant get a tight line if you plan to make, odds are that you'll bite mine it's about time you get called as a fake you got signed to a label only as a mistake you cant shake my plan or fade my stratagy i'm always droppin hot tracks so you stay mad at me thats the way it has to be and it wont change your ex aint smart but she give good brains like the charm on my chain, you swing from my dick your flow is diseased, and my spit is just sick commited to the game, or so you claim i've known you 3 months and you had 4 names yo trinity.. you wont ever get laid and you're still lil money cuz you'll never get paid livin in a trailer but too poor for the park tryin to spit flames, but cant even make a spark embark a journey striaght outta hip-hop without me on your track it'll never get hot i got the shit locked, and you never came up and i feel like your parents cuz i just gave up you'll say the same stuff, fat jokes and gay shit in your position i just wouldn't say shit I’m quick to drop a track and murder a rhyme The only tight bars you ever dropped were mine You lack one thing to make it in rap That’s a pair of testicles that reside in a sac You’re not a man so just drop the act Go ahead and drop a verse you’ll just ruin the track Now stop the tears and give back your mic You could be zipped in a body bag and wouldn’t be tight
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