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strictly rap anybody wanna hook up holla
-unique style, not another canibus, lil flip, eminem or nobody-
ITS JUS ME BY MY DAMM SELF RIGHT NOW. IF ANYONE OF U IS FEELIN MY SHII AN WANNA COLLAB OR WHAT EVER, HOLLA AT ME AT MachineGunMouth@hotmail.com
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,434
Peak in subgenre #805
Author
MercenarySoulja
Rights
2002
Uploaded
December 24, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 9.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
my boy in my class be flippin all the time. swear he be cuttin me. atleast til he heard this track. it aint that much of a twist but its decent than a mo fukka in my eyes
Lyrics
BOUT 99 PERCENT CORRECT
Ill hit a rapper kick a rapper spit a flow to split a rapper, make a dead emcee play the roll of a stiffen actor//jumping courses speed of horses deadly like the hunted fortress, throw em down on the ground split em up jus like divorces//no remorse’s blowin forces blowing niggas off the surface deadly curses cause of verses makin bitches wanna twurk it//stop your breathing death is sinking feel the blow the pain is linking, feel the train, hear the rain, stop your mus from even stinking//more power than that plate tectonic sometimes speakin wit ebonics its ironic how i schooled more rappers than them hooked on phonics//supersonic stays harmonic shockin niggas panasonic couldnt touch my electronics slammin niggas jus like onyx//coming vicious murder witnessed slapping bitches mind your biznis, mili in this years is sentenced show no luv busting relentless//competition change dimension flows beyond comprehension, bloody knuckles M.G.M mother fuckin knock em senseless//never stopping always popping souljah style and aint forgot it//betta watch it cause im plotting on your head is where its dotted//not a secret bes believe hold the mind of a demon, always steaming got you bleeding turned your whispers into screaming//reversing niggas verses battle mili life aint curtain its determined how hard I come although you might find it disturbing//start your learning feel my burning hard to stop your head from turning, know its working you addicted to the lyrics I’m inserting//haters think they innocent, eat em up like cinnamon, when they start the hating that’s what start to run adrenaline//souljah never feminism, never been a gentlemen, blacker than timberland swimming in eminems//lyrics killing niggas brutal, eat your bone just like a noodle, soft like poodles riiding dick like ponies up on yankee doodle//taste like strudel fuck a duo, ridin with the solo mission, photo finish, local tension, rising from my vocal visit//faker than imposters, now im on you like a foster parent, fuckin up your roster,just like balling with fan interfearence//fukka clearence, dont wan hear it, try to split cant come near it, volunteer it hang my shit up on the wall and souveneer it//hotter than a fire station, battle cause assanation, aggravation, elevation, built up by determination//try replacing, all the wasted, with the best up in the nation, devistation what you facing taking out the generation
im flowing faster writting chapters, through these lyrics i then masterd, cut em dowm, hunt em down, spittin flames on you bastards//its a hazard, plenty know, the city goes, for shitty shows, keep on rockin see the mili better get on tippie toes//video hoes, give em no dough, mili known for walkin solo, only local dollars clockin haters drown em in your coco//battle no show, rattle popo, taradactle shadow promo, def like SoSo, freezing niggas like a mother fuckin photo//flows get at me not a lacky,ride on haters with a caddy, nigga happy, trigga flashy rockin from naptown to natti//nigga souljah think u sassy, droppin boulders on your kackies, when you pass me, do not ask me stupid shit or catch it nasty//flow with passion style jurrassic, mili mind makin them classics, clock mathmatics, flow fantastic, flippin niggas like gymnastic//never stoppin always lastin, shit you poppin keep me laughin, come around you'll get yo ass kicked body stacked up in them caskits//killing raps a wicked scene, eat emcees like chicken wings, lyrics winner make u thinner with the loaded triple beam//couldn't win a triple team dollar quarter nickel fiend, shit on dreams cut a mother fucker up like wolverine//you hate i straight decapitate, i taste your mother fucing fate, you second rate, im heavy weight, wont hesitate to amputate//goes off your legs and then your head, surronded by the the color red, you couldn't fled and now you resting peacefully up in your bed//chokin haters wit a chord, im checkin more than checkerboards, you got a sword, i got
