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Famished Cannibal
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This is a gully beat with lotsa ghetto undertones... A battlerhyme for 2 or 3 cats that used to try to throw dirt.
the supa phase2
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Hardcore Hip Hop Music for fans of lyrics... Heavy bass, Grimey Beats, Freestyle flows, Original production, This is world Hip Hop Music.
I'm pretty straight forward... I write rhymes about my life and my perception of things... I'm deep in the council of Hip Hop... These are anthems for everyone out here grinding to get their art off... This is theme music for personal change... The soundtrack to my mental transmutation... This is how men are made and come of age... I'm mad tribal... I know whats really good... I'm we... I was born in Jamaica and came to America right about the time when Hip Hop was really poppin off. I moved to Flatbush, Brooklyn in 1982 and lived there to adulthood. Growin up in NY during those times shaped my sound. Everybody was an mc so you had to get it in to stand out. I moved to Philly in 1990 and I've been here ever since. I met Aud Ranks (Producer Extroadinaire) while attending the Art Institute of Philadelphia and we formed The High Exalted Rulers Of Speech H.E.R.O.S. We perfomed all over the east coast during the 90's and early 2000's... Now I'm putting out my second solo project... "Phase 2: The Dark Son Come Again" I'm a little poetic... a little political... a little crazy maybe... decide for yourself. My rhymes are about life... The Struggle... I'm just trying to make my way thru the storm... Life is like a rollercoaster... I try to remain in ethereal form at all times. Right now I'm just focused on handlin my business so yeah I'm serious... There's a time and a place for everything... go make your own happy go lucky music... This is for people with work to do... People who need to rise above thier circumstances... This is dark music for dark horses... in dark times... This is for who knows... not them that pose... this is for them cats that love tense and prose.
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Charts
Peak #13,164
Peak in subgenre #7,937
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Written by The Supa & Produced by Jae (HCU)
Rights
2007
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August 05, 2007
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MP3 4.4 MB 128 kbps 4:50
Story behind the song
I used to do lotsa battles and win most of em... this is a medly of some of the rhymes I wrote for a few battles... A more Jagged form of consciousness...
Lyrics
A lotta False hoods stuck on fess ... don’t understand yet... You rappin for your rep.. But behind your ear's wet... I'm a vet...Son you done mastered the empty threat... Wastin breath...time is short... you facin death... I’m relentless… and every sentence… I spit with vengeance… My semblance a Grim Visage… You’re a mirage… Thinly veiled… actin wild… when your style still stale… I’m vile…cause I freestyle and don’t fail… Whether you went to Yale… or the school of hard knocks… I graduated Summa cum laude… on both blocks… You ain’t got work for me… I’m the acid in the belly of the beast… I no longer stroll streets… but still patrol the east… You hold defeats…sweets you the least…of my worries… I stick and move…I’m piecing you up with mad flurries… I don’t counterpunch…I smash crews…with no hesitation… Blaze your station I’m that rap abomination. Watch a marksman cause yawl are missing the mark Claiming yawl hot when yawl missing the spark I’m a famished cannibal…I’ll be gripping your heart… I eat sweet and sour Mc’s.. rip em apart. Talk your talk … But battling me’s a life lesson I ‘m the truth for any youth… crush a silly nigga fessin… Yawl can’t even counterpunch… ill get you on the ropes… Thinkin you’re dope…telling jokes.. I’ll steadily crush your hopes… I always was …and will be better than you… Your style is see-thru… I’m one of the chosen few… You’re a no skills Joker… bluffing like a game of poker… You trying to stay broke…I’m on some Iacocca… Even if you’re getting paid the fact remains you’re still a corn.. You like 3/5 of a rapper and you think that you’re the don… You’re excused … cause them bomb ass verses got defused… You should be mindful of the rhymes you use… you’ll get abused… Harsh words out my mouth be controlling your cipher…. You got a lotta empty statements… man you overly hyper… I’m crossing you… off the list…there aint no need to vote… Of the dome my freestyle smashed them rhymes you wrote… So watch a marksman cause yawl are missing the mark Claiming yawl hot when yawl missing the spark I’m a famished cannibal…I’ll be gripping your heart… I eat sweet and sour Mc’s.. rip em apart. Look! I’m… just a little more verbose than most … You takin.. random shots… but you don’t come close… You got a lotta energy and that’s a start… But you aint got near enough hair on your chest to test my heart… Some cats be tellin me...I should be more like them... I gotta tell young baws... they should be more like men I got a jones for breakin down lone rap clones With might I write poems... but I own microphones I’m here to leave a legacy yawl speaking heresy I’mma be murder on mics… until they bury me… And still I’ll rise cause mine eyes have seen the glory… Of a wardogs oratory… a soldiers story… Guts and glory… Yawl aint got nuthin for me… I’m an entity… the ghost of true skills returned Though I chill…Keep it real fam… you will get burned So watch a marksman cause yawl are missing the mark Claiming yawl hot when yawl missing the spark I’m a famished cannibal…I’ll be gripping your heart… I eat sweet and sour Mc’s.. rip em apart.
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