Lyrics
I'm not being KRS or something but I think its time to show what really punchlines are.
here we go!
Verse 1 (0:7 to 1:11)
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Pain In My Chest , Start To Flow Like I'm Possessed
I'm Obsessed , Of Turning Emcees Into Rotting Flesh
Numero Uno , My Opponent's Know That I Got The Best Drops
What They Hear , Brings More Tears Than Chinese Sweat Shops
You're A Joke , If You Think You Can Phase Me Verbally
Many Tried To Murder Me , Left Their Tees Stained Burgundy
A Lot Want C.R.E.A.M , Sellin' Dope Thinkin' That They're Mean
But We Extort And Shoot Up In Public , Like Alcapo
Regime
If You Owe Me Stacks , Better Pay Up The F*** in' Loot
Or I'll Send A Button Man, And this Fat Tony will shoot.
Tommy Gun , Shoot Up From The Feet To The f*** ing Knees
Leakin', So People Thinkin , You Got some kind of Disease
You Ain't Stackin' , Just 'Cause You Move Pounds Of Trees
My Weight In Chronic , "Redwood Trees" Dipped In Columbian Keys
You Cant Rap, What You Do Is Just Known As Shout
Your Guns Are Like Detox LP. They Never Comes Out!
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Chorus(1:12 to 1:27)
All I need is a pen and a pad to Write Hip Hop
Desi Stuff? What the f*** ? That don't define Hip Hop
We are sick of your Blings and all your whackiest drops
Do you understand what Ia019m tryna say about Hip Hop?
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Souls of sinisters
Inexorables Return - The Mixtape!
Raplust, DJ Shubh, Slapdash, S to the L .. Subliminal here talking to ya'll
Verse 2(1:43 to 2:47)
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These kid are sadistic statics cultic figure like a agnostics
when I spit sh** , my flow is hot, so call my soul pyronistic,
the mic mystic, my words are herbs that raise brain statistics,
with quickness, this fitness, murder you like its rifness
you got best sh** , got good flows, your sh** is always bumping man
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling Great, more like a f*** ing hundred grand
Aint No OTHER-MAN, Not Your BROTHER-FAM Snap On You Like RUBBER-BANDS
You better UNDER-STAND An Up An Duck For Some C-C-C-COVER-MAN
I'm made for this my lyrics are hip hop truely enactments,
you a kid fillin' in mad libs, who happens to need practice,
I'm beyond genius my level is madness, and I'm Satan's baddest,
Mr. Rap Erratic, fantastic fanatic at jaw gymnastics,
your flow's a plastic while mine made up of calfskin
with the fastness I mastered, the mic murder assassin,
got you gaspin' for words until you're leavin in hearses,
on purpose, spit so smooth my flows all come out in cursive,
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Chorus
All I need is a pen and a pad to Write Hip Hop
Desi Stuff? What the f*** ? That don't define Hip Hop
We are sick of your Blings and all your whackiest drops
Do you understand what Ia019m tryna say about Hip Hop?
Glorious rhymes and wording in rap defines my hip hop
Compound syllables that baffles thats my hip hop
Just listen to the Rhymes so we could save Hip Hop
Because lyrics do the talking and thats real Hip Hop
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Outro!
Yeah! SOS!
This was just our introduction. We got real stuff, elsewhere. We are here to kill all those fakeass pretenders who call themselves rappers and degrade our music and f*** their whack ass punjabi songs. They mostly talk about what? Cars, Cribs and hoes? paaji you aint got nothing so stop f*** ing around with rap and also f*** those fat ass soulja's. They say they are the best and only official rap crew of this country. How can you be so lame man? Look at yourself, I mean look at yourself for god sake! You just look like a pig..ohh! I'm sorry. Pigs look better than you!
Anyway all those claimer's who say they are the best! This and that and whatever! F*** ya'll and f*** your whack ass crews! You are mumbai's finest only because we are not staying there. But we are taking over this whole westcoast matter of fact whole India!
But thanks to MWA, Desi sultans, Wattabottles and other fellas from Insignia for keeping it real!
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