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Longtime underground emcee out of Columbus, Ohio, now based in Fort Lauderdale, Fl. Unsigned, lyrically centered hip-hop with a gangster flare. The voice of t
Story behind the song
More shit from the upcoming mixtape, Bobby Mercer
Lyrics
Title: “Plot on Me”
Artist: E.D.G.
Album: Bobby Mercer mixtape
Year: Summer 2007
Chorus
They wanna plot on me…
But best believe when it’s all said and done there aint room for no apologies.
They wanna plot on me…
But best believe when it’s all said and done there aint room for no apologies.
It’s E.D., shit really, if you don’t feel me, then kill me, ya hear me?
Verse #1
Brim low outa control (oh), here we go again,
The beat is hot but the (flow) is equally intense.
Ain’t no tellin wut the fuck I’ll do for me to see these ends
Believe me, it ain’t shit for E.D. to go and jump a fence.
Get away pull off (slow), smokin’ herb up in the benz
I trust nobody so I ain’t got the courage to be friends
It’s business, so I just foulish with the chips
And only think about myself cuz that’s the kinda world this is
Now you can throw a brick in my road, but there aint gon be no stoppin me
I’ll pick it up, put it in bags and sell it for a profit see,
My roster be party of my prophecy, they possibly tryin’ to plot on me
Tint the whip so I can see em’ watching me.
Another blunt of haze to calm me out and ease the pain,
Smoke it so close to my lips its like I’m eating the flame
And you want plot on me? Man I’ve been here and done this,
King of Columbus, E.D. of the D.V.S.1’s clique.
Chorus
They wanna plot on me…
But best believe when it’s all said and done there aint room for no apologies.
They wanna plot on me…
But best believe when it’s all said and done there aint room for no apologies.
It’s E.D., shit really, if you don’t feel me, then kill me, ya hear me?
Verse #2
We blow shotguns, if the killa kill and killin’ you yet,
Blow a phillie through the cylli and see how silly you get
You been spittin for a grip and they still ain’t feeling you yet
Give em chills, call me chilly, they feel me, E.D.’s a threat
I’m holdin’ the microphone, but it’s really a tech,
To bust shells through the music I proceed to invent.
A white rapper from the Midwest, but I ain’t Eminem
He opened doors for kats like me that’ll never be opened again.
Created hallways not I’m tryin’ to walk through it
I’m sorry if I’m actin’ to hard, but we all do it,
To stabalize the path, man hope I don’t fall through it
Cuz this is G-d’s music, so I put my heart in to it
The booth is my thrown, I’ll stand here until I rot,
But it’s really hard to do it when you the only one you got.
I am my team so guess who’s callin the shots?
Fuck Pac, I want the top spot without being shot.
