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Just tryin to make it in the world of Hip Hop...
Song Info
Genre
Author
The Acrophyliacs
Rights
Isaac Meyer
Uploaded
June 24, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Bitch just been talkin shit...
Lyrics
This is the last massacre, I'm bringin shit so mind boggling my rappin hurts/
I blast-and-curse, never catch me givin respects cuz I'll be dead before I'm the last-in-church/
Slappin Arcane with spazm-spurts, I'm lappin-her with a international, splintered-rappin-fools/
I'm wrapped-in-tools, call me the lyrical poltergeist cuz I'm bold-with-spice/
Also mostly-high cuz I'm too cold-to-write, Supposed-to-hype MC's who think they can hold-on-tight/
Slicin MC's like a mother fuckin meat processor, I'm a rhyme successor - Expand through time professor/
Lead-infester, and when it comes to Arcane...ain't nothin can digest-her/
Sportin a record deal before pigs flew or hell froze over/
Wait till the smell to blows over, cuz ya words is foul/
The Faggots Across The Nation poster-child, I'm the mother fuckin host-to-wild/
Decapitatin this bitch with his own lyposuction surgical equipment, I'm equipped with the most deadly of all nuclear conceptions/
Deception with verbs, words and irrelevant material - Arcane ain't a serial killer/
Just a mother fuckin serial number in my list of bitches who don't get much iller than newbie skiller/
Spin action, I'm removin ya faction till you forget the action of rappin/
I'm the baddest to hold microphone, removin your atoms after I remove your bones/
Losin ya manhood? Fuck that...you loosin ya skull! Chargin like a bull, got you in my sites/
Infinity not only bringin to the table The Last Massacre, I'm bringin it like it's supposed to be done right/
I bring intergallactical rhymes that make unpractical tactical sense/
I pay factual rents, and throw down words till I make actual dents/
Flex worse than body builders, shut down minds with shoddy filters/
I'm a haughty skiller, skill or be skilled - I leave baren lands once again filled/
Untitled, I'm unbridled - I charge like a rhino till my rhyme-flow get's charged by the dime-store/
I'm light-sore, pontificate till I convince the whole world to create their own lyrical calamities/
Leave the world higher than canopies - charge like batteries, never be another greater after-me/
My rhyme scheme give relief like Vi-Sine, I'm rhyming till I lock myself up im my own climing state of hygene/
Personal maintenence, patenence of nobility - my abilities be skillin MC's till the whole world be feelin me/
