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Sippin Codeine

Foote – Hip-Hop Artist

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Recorded on $30 flip phone's voice recorder. No studio Amature mixing, rough draft.
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Based in Hornlake, MS and active since 2006, Foote has built a growing catalog of 8 tracks in the Hip-Hop space on SoundClick.

The catalog is rooted in Hiphop & Rap, and covers all facets of this genre.

Several releases highlight the range and quality of the catalog. "Get Em" is a hip-hop production with a distinctly swag tone. "Swagga Unflawed" is a swag hip-hop production. "Darkness Prince" brings a swag quality to the christian rap space that peaked at #5 on the SoundClick Christian Rap chart.

Foote offers free downloads on SoundClick, giving listeners and independent artists direct access to the catalog.

With 1.2K streams on SoundClick, Foote has established a strong footprint in the independent hip-hop space. Explore the full catalog on SoundClick.

Independent artist Foote drops "Sippin Codeine", a Hip-Hop track on SoundClick. The track carries an emotional weight that lingers well after it ends. This track does what good hip-hop does best — it connects. Find more from Foote on SoundClick, a platform built for independent music discovery. You can download this track free of charge.

Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #466
Peak in subgenre #237
Author
Jonathan Foote
Rights
2013 Too Crunk 2 Be White Productions
Uploaded
June 28, 2013
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.7 MB • 64 kbps • 3:37 minutes
Lyrics
Quick toss up just to try and get lyrics where they go: sippin codeine; im thrown on that lean stagger like jagger; need da cane in between cocaine in my veins; cant feel it it seems just a pick-me-up so i can stay out my dreams im a addict it seems, but im neva a fiend Gota supply cant rely on go-in-betweens they thought i printin money aint runnin machines im gunnin so mean, so fresh n so clean Got apes and grapes on alla my jeans DNA templates; ya they hate on my genes I'm reignin da king; bling-like blow on mah rings my speakers they sing yah ya know what i mean Tweet, wang; do that thang blow gasoline And I'm high octane so they call me supreme Easter pink my cup, first thing i get up doin stretches, eatin breakfast, n im pourin it up thats fo sho n enuff; i dont have to be buff Got a mack and ar if ya callin my bluff Im up to tha snuff; tuff ragged n ruff plus i keep a cop friend; so i stay out tha cuffs court err day; and i dont gota lawyer judge speed-dial on button ta call 'er sho nuff we gon chat; gota jumpin like jacks Real recognize real, and im slingin dem sacks stay packin a pack; and clackin a gat You can find me on da street; cuz thats where im at Aint imaginin facts, im checkin da stats takin a whack n watchin em crack They fall at my feet, when im speakin that spat Echolocation; like im speakin at bats Gold outa my mouth; aint fall from teeth my words worth diamond carats pass all ya belief im cheifin with keef, and gucci my mayne plus i keep me a rack; stay slangin tha thangs straight toss n come back; ; they called batarangs I talk like im black, but im lighter than rain And i cant feel my face like i ate novacaine My brain is deranged; they tell me im strange Took a knot to the head now im speakin in slangs I'm seekin them thangs, radar detection you gon need ear protection when i speak recollections Its like I'm speakin in tounges in alla my sections I'm preachin da quire; and spittin da truth couldnt be mo tha sh** if a shat in da booth You a baby like ruth; and im mr. big rhymes like suece, but this aint for kids ill smoke ya like cigs, cuz you faka then wigs, or holdin ya breath takin a swig while I rake and I dig, I'm workin it hard Tryina play up in this dirt like i'm stuck in the yard with a get out free card, I cant give to the gaurd I'm scrapped and I'm scared; rough jagged and bruised my rhymes they bombard, so ya ears is abused They call me a God, got heaven confused got a staff and rod, from my tounge it diffused They applaudin my squad keep haters amused its not a fascade ,my word is the bomb you gotta pray to diffuse plus I keep a second wic that i rinse and reuse
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