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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #904
Peak in subgenre #442
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
May 01, 2009
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:47
Story behind the song
Yo.. I spit that chill shyt, N spit that ill shyt// Flip the kill switch, n killa bitch real quick// Im on that real shyt, I make ya feel sick// If you feel sick then that must mean that you feel this// I feel slick right now, like ll cool j’ s lips// N im not cocky, im confident when I say this// I tried to tell you im the greatest to spit// They hate me cuz I say the craziest shyt, I made me a hit// I maybe a prick, but lately I spit// about a hit a day, Upgraded from spittin to makin a flick// grabbed a camera now im tapin this shyt// No night vision needed when im bangin my chick, n gangin a bitch// But lemme tell you who I am, who I be, are is// Give you the bio of the title holder, King artist// I hail from c town aka thieve land// Raised up on the streets, all around down town Cleveland// Come from a broken home, nicknamed Joe capone// Now joker Joe got grown, n holds bars like a mobile phone// Known for throwin blows, I did time over seas// Polished up the flow, top ranked wit no one over me// Collabo king, n aint no one over throwin me// Ill never again see the day I pray to God for groceries// After the navy, separated from the lady friend// While I was eatin sand, she was wita man, shyt maybe ten// N I wasn’t mendin it, fuck that, I ended it// Now it makes me sick to my stomach every time I mention it// Movin on, next subject, lets switch it up// Listen up, that’s the past, I don’t give a fuck// Cuz now I do me, im doin groupies// Ima God wita a tripod, you tube my movies// Bigs how I do things, never settle for second best// you leave a battle up to the judges, me I sever necks// Guaranteed to win, you got a title, im takin that// Breakin, snap, violate ya spine, like im rapin backs// What I say is fact, other cats just fabricate// I hawk n spit flem to a gem, they just salivate// A beast on the beat, hard bars, like when ya masturbate// They speak I give em the face you give fakes when they exaggerate// Yo, I hit up V, cuz he’s a beats wit the beats, he hit me back cuz ima beast when I speak// cuz ima beast when I speak I drop a bomb every day of the week// Cuz im tha bomb when I aim for the streets// when I aim for the streets I fast jab, when I aim for ya cheek// These cats mad cuz im takin they cheese// cuz im takin they cheese Ladies laugh at me, hate when I speak// But she’ll be happy wit her face in my sheets// wit her face in my sheets Lemme Continue with the truth, put me on blast// I Talk trash to mask the fact that I aint all that// N yeah I know, so what, this is music// I choose to do it, prove to you im nota fuckin looser stupid// These other dudes is loosin, tryna be what they aint really// hoes posin, joe knows it, course yall aint gon feel me// I kept it real from the first track dropped// Yall spittin bout whips you whippin, them shyts made by matchbox// Get off the crack rocks, people, what I gotta do?// To prove that I aint goin no where, im unstoppable// that’s just unlogical, me floppin? Impossible// Improbable, im joker, but yall cats is comical//
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