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Moment of Clarity
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Just a little verse ta let my heart pour out...
hiphop rap battles freestyles disses
Hot audios, some real inspirational raps on here, also some stuff you can dance to, some battles and also some freestyles. If you lookin for a diverse page, you
Welcome to Blazin World. Turn ya speakers up and open ya heart and soul..
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #6,248
Peak in subgenre #3,307
Author
Blazin
Uploaded
April 10, 2005
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MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:28
Lyrics
I rap for tha time when I hear claps for my lines/ Or clap lines to attack wack rhymes// And afta I've spat mine/ If you feel this I'll know I've blown up like a black mine// While Dj's scratch and rewind beats/ For me ta think of words and concepts that's deep// I feel like droppin to my knees to scream/ Asking to channel God's speech which is all I need// And to make it big is tough/tha road is rough/ It's hard to tell to whom you want to open up// Cuz foes play friends and friends play ta win/ Slidin blades in ya vertabrae wit wide grins// ~ My speech is deep, these thoughts hold powers/ Unhand tha blacks, prisons should hold these cowards// That stabbed my back, couldn't mount a frontal attack/ Most would wanna clap, instead, I'm tryna rap// And teach tha weak who ask please speak tha truth/ On my laptop, I see as a mini booth// And many would choose/ta vomit liqour if they hear too many boo's/ But I'll fight like Bruce// And keep tryin, gonna get it right in time/ I wonder if that time is in my life// So I open my eyes, and wipe/the sweat/ And release, every single pure thought that I get// ~ As god watches over me fight his test/ And oppose tha system that corrupts and wrecks// Ya pride, and tries to buy your soul inside/ I look at all these victims and try not to cry// A battle cry to keep my own soul alive/ Deprived, I stop and take a look at tha sky// When I see myself I strive, and take wide strides/ Ta fight and prove my life is not a lie// So I hit tha pad, transcripts make me sad/ I wanna battle and push clips and mags// But I realize ta fall back, and focus/ Just by thinking of what tha toast at these ho's gets// ~ So I just laughed, joked an shit/ When my nigga Chris offered to sell me his old toast wit clips// He really ain't need it/ Cuz he got a new burner wit decals, he said he called her Maria// Situations thicken, confrontations get so frequent/ It's like directin a battle sequence// But I stayed cool, tha pressure was easy/ I been sick of my parents tho tha lectures easy//
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