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Wat's crackin, i am an 18 year old emcee runnin up in the Midwest...Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I've been rhymin for like 4 years or so now.
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Genre
Charts
Peak #5,903
Peak in subgenre #3,257
Author
Twak and TruestPain
Rights
Invasion Records/TwakMastered Productions
Uploaded
May 31, 2002
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
You need to step off, let me be, or rest long eternally//
You hurting me not a concern to me cuz you can easily meet the burner see?//
Learn from T, with urgency theres classes on the daily//
So go back to your house on the lake, fuckin go swimming or sailing//
Stop blaming and pointing fingers at ones living less fortunate//
Im glad im poor as shit, I use REAL LIFE to write these stories bitch!//
Glories missed, never seen respect in all my 19 years//
But I blaze at peers and graze there ears, maybe now they'll stare right here//
Spare the cheers cuz I don’t do this for those who try to pay me//
I do it for my self so come with blades tryin to slay me//
Keep tryin to fade me, but you wont do it unless you swisher//
Or a half bottle of liquor sipped while trippin runnin to the shitter//
Blastin triggers and pullin barrels to revearse the full effect//
Im better off left untested neglect the Midwest when you festin//
So like I said step off, let me be what I plan on being//
Cuz im quick to pull them triggers even when I see no need or reasons//
So feel this, raping beats and kids if you aint bobbin those heads//
Get blasted by the lyrics, stop your tracks your dropping dead//
HOOK(TP)
Why are they on to me?
Can't they just let me be?
Got to get away, they takin over me
Fuck'em all, they can blow-me!
Is there some-one out there, that feels what I feel
I'm just an artist, bringin what's real
Get the hell up off me,
and let me be, let me be, let me be
Get off my back, I grab these gats make sure they all could blast//
Watch waves of cops come in and quickly get pulled back//
Yall are full of crap with dullened raps I bust right back with razors//
Aim fer above the neck wont spare ya cuz I love to touch yer vests//
Crush ya head and leave ya brain drainin and drippin down ya shoulders//
With each growin year that passes I just keep gettin colder//
I must get way more bolder saying things I couldnt dream//
Like id spoon out all ya organs and drink blood right from yer spleen//
Tough to be me, so let me be to lonely live my life//
Fuck the guns, and fists, bitch ima stick to all my knifes//
Get it right, or forget it from complete and total memory//
These motherfuckin haters WILL end up bein the end of me//
Send to me an angel, forming a mom that could save me//
Drop a bomb that proudens dudes crazier then Hussein-be//
You couldn’t fade me, with a million bullets and grenades//
Stand and blaze so catch the strays cuz all you fags get sprayed//
Fans amazed, but still I drop and ignite these fuckin records//
You need to let me be before ya family gets dealt with//
Stealth hits, from the back and every other fuckin angle//
Bust capps, now dude, your fuckin skull is left to dangle//
Constantly got cops and G’s stalkin always watchin me//
Walk the sreet with heat, smoke trees and crotch the weed/
Not a fuckin soul is stopping me so lay off always jockin me//
Before I have to aim this gun squeeze and drop these G’s//
Hook: TP
Why are they on to me?
Can't they just let me be?
Got to get away, they takin over me
Fuck'em all, they can blow-me!
Is there some-one out there, that feels what I feel
I'm just an artist, bringin what's real
Get the hell up off me,
and let me be, let me be, let me be
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