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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,411
Peak in subgenre #180
Rights
iLLocity
Uploaded
January 09, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
When i pick up the mic, you see a whole notha side
the thoughts in my mind.. come out n they ride
Too the ears of moast, i aint the type boast
but my rhymes r known to open up them lazy eyes/
Hes my opponent i was taught to respect his/
but i aint gon lose to the cause of narcleptics/
No flow you off beat No metas ya shits weak/
You jus known for puttin people sleep/
WHile im servin em up killin there boys
Play with they mind use em use as toys
I came with the fire i had no choice
Dammit man you hear his voice/
This kid stay on that tough shit/
but sounds like he weighs 80 pounds after he jumped in/
a pool of water got out n stuffed your pockets/
with quarters so stop you about to get dropped kid/
you sound like the type to cross dress like rodma/
WHile im known to throw up more doubles us then easy e
you on the opposite of the peep hole you cant see me/
and heat is never held by a faggit/
so the only gun u ever seen was a formation in madden/
all his tracks we cant quote one thing/
and his flows bout as pure as poland spring/
Look a tthe back read the facts zero this zero that/
notice his lyrics.. nahhh jus the beats on his tracks/
beating him aint right... but the victories in sight/
cuz he got an advanced band page dont mean he nice/
matter fact his rhymes make no noise/
his tracks r like food, built up to be destroyed/
The truth is you suck .. Kill then intros/
"this is tactis" Man we dont give a fuck /
So take ya wack voice n flow n go the fuck home/
i dont gotta work for topps to fill a six pack with crome/
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