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Peak #666
Peak in subgenre #376
Author
ecg
Uploaded
February 18, 2010
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MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:59
Story behind the song
First song i've written or recorded since 2003 so about 7 years.
Thanks to mightygk for the beat
Lyrics
An I can bring the A game or I can bring the C game
Whatever I bring there will be pain
In Scotland we got haggis and sheep
An hot hands to smash you to sleep
Fed up getting harassed on the street
Being asked to rhyme over a wack ass beat
so make like tlc and creep
Slick bad and legendary
An you ain’t phat, you’ve just got a big belly
to be great u need love and passion
I choose hate, grab my glove and start smashing
Ur like fat h*** ur nowhere close to perfection
An the flows I be sending, be hitting foes, like blows from tekken
and I aint no people person, an no equal reppin, so any people stepping
best remember there ain’t no sequel pending
cause I’m a Lethal weapon, but this ain’t no 80’s flick
it’s a crazy hit, Sick like early slim shady sh**
Drop dynamic lyrics, an each one taking you deeper than titanic visits
Panic mystics, with the flow i be bringing
You know I be sinning
if I grow anymore I’ll be looking down on heaven
while dishing out hell
L pun pac and biggie please rest in peace
and if you don’t wanna meet them you better best cease
In a lyrical brawl your physically fall
Cause my flow ready
To go blow to blow in all seasons
Even in snow when my hands freezing
I’ll leave ur man wheezing
Whether a tag team or threesome
You better pay respect or I’ll grab your neck
pull it so hard the vertebrae disconnects
An forget sway an tec, I wanna go straight to bet
Make that b.e.t but don’t be mad or laugh at me
just have some clarity
cause e’s only going on to smack a wack mc
I spit lethal split people
On top of the game and no one sitting equal
So Quick hustle an grab ur set
Cause when my muscles flex
I pump more shells than turtles having sex
But I never grip a gun, just flip the tounge
Always ready to strip you son, straight rip and run
flip the mon, heads or tails, no matter what I says you fail
dead or in jail ain’t my motto, I don’t paint the sorrow
cause if I die today, I’ll fly away and be a saint tomorrow
an I’m a major pain like a razor game
ready to face your flame and erase your name
an once I take you out I’ll date your dame
quickly make out and treat her the same
an im old school like Sherlock holmes
cold cool and smashing domes
while ur the master for bringing cancer to homes
like living under a mast for telephones
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