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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,566
Peak in subgenre #861
Author
Veridikal, Stigmata, Lyrikal Wizard
Rights
2004
Uploaded
August 21, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 3:46
Story behind the song
First song that i ever recorded.. Went to my boy Alex's house and did this joint... i had written my verse during the middle of the summer (2004) and recorded in late August... track means alot to me.. the quality of the track is so pure.. its incredible... and lyrics aint bad either..lol
this was just my hunger for hip hop when i was younger...
Enjoy!!
Lyrics
Veridikal:
Hold This,
Take it off tha top of my head, you ready for this ?
eyyo, you ready for tha slur and tha shit
a little snitch, is inconsiderate, their loving tha fist
tha little bitch, thats trying to spend whatever money he gets
so fuck that, you selfish little prick..
befor this axe, splits your head like just tha crack in your dish
have more slashes then gills in a fish
or more broken bones, that they can't fix with a cast or a splint
Hold This,
motherfucker for days, ill shake membrane
like tha board when escalade slams at tha cage
listen up, you little fuck, before i pull what was tucked..
under my buck, and give you another hole in your gut
you see tha blood ? but it's just an illusion
confusion of whats real, how you gon' stop tha polluting
let's be real, and realize it ain't working its usless
we use excuses to move, and prossecution to move kids
you kno, you've seen tha shows and movies
of little snitches and bitches that ride around just like dick-sucking-goupies
blood thirsy polititions, lawyers and police
undercover agents, sending packs like crack-fiends
my blocks on fire, you can call it "el fuego" (tha fire)
have you spitting jiberish, but my name is not tego
when you hear those bullets wizz, your punk ass better lay low
its painful "(Stigmata) Is that what he wants ?" yea "well if you say so.."
STIGMATA:
yea, but i really hate those, hoes who push you,
then act like nothing, happend or passed, and there shook to
looking at you, and every move you make
every step you take, but when you walk their-way,
they all walk away.. all talk-today
huh... no wun ever balls but-hey
no problem, pickin up tha ball to play
but when you walk away, they got alot to say
its got-to STOP OK ? im really done with this,
fucking punks talk shit and get bloody lips
and all-a-sudden its, controvercial
so never stop-and-turn-to, critics for a verse to
get critiqued, go for tha real comercial
rappers with talent, be over-heard-dude
get signed to a lable, do what they want
not what you want, say what they want
SIKE ! motherfuck tha industry
don't get singed into a buch of little fucking mini-me
molder rappers, crafted after,
other rappers, and have-to-act-like-them
what happends when you, have to scrap like them?
get your ass-kicked-when, you attack and capture them
easily, stay underground, run tha streets
and if you hungry eat..
don't wait for me, if you have your chance
and if you want to advance, make your plans
i see an exchange at hand, my life for this rap shit
i have it in me, its factuall actually
LYRIKAL WIZARD:
have you ever been discriminated, for your race
you aint black, imagine how much shit i take
a white kid coming up, on tha mic to spit
it's not easy, got no wun riding my dick
Lyrikal Wizard, Veridikal, Stig sparking shit
alcohol in my system, and my heart is ripped
leave you black-and-blue but im not-a-crip
so run as fast as you can, and don't bite your lip
Fuck tha industry, fuck tha U.S.A
'governments killing people, day-by-day
got-to kill just for crazy buisness
if you saw half tha shit that i witness, you'd be scared shitless
got no way to come out, so i got-to rap to these bitches
yo thats it dawg, im out fuck this im finished
