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Picked up the mic in 2002... Rippin' it up Presently
First and foremost... you suck and im the best... so suck on my 50 inch cock
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,404
Peak in subgenre #754
Rights
O FUCKIN ONE
Uploaded
April 22, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
[verse]
so im, breakin ya back, im in the game and im back/
with tracks, for you to blast your stereo in the back/
i bash, anyone, who gets in front of my face/
i settle the case on the street, with no evidence to be traced/
have you chased, all over the place, never takin a break/
im in a rage, like an animal locked in a cage/
im rockin the game, rippin up cyphers/
couldnt shit on me, even if you wore me as diapers/
dislike ya, handlin and stranglin morons/
and i got 4 bombs, strapped to your forearms/
ill put more on, and set that shit up/
and if i knock you down, you should never get up/
bringin pain, no fear on these beats/
like david blaine, have you disappear on the streets/
put a spear in ya feet, if you gon talk shit/
i build the highest tower just to have you thrown right off it/
[hook 2x]
went back to the charts, now im back in the game/
new and improved, now i aint the same/
changed up my style, to leave you a smile/
battle against me? guess im beatin you now/
[verse]
you plan to hit, but man you miss/
cuz my rhymes loaded up with sickness just like an ambulance/
and im ambiant, and i punch ya abdomen/
i put you in a jail cell, and toss a phantom in/
you standin in, fear, while im writin my rhymes/
talk to ya soul on the phone, cuz ya life's on the line/
if you bitin my lines, its hard as a rock/
my bars on the top, i made it cuz im all on the top/
you fall to a stop, fuck ya satisfaction/
cuz ya track's a fraction, of my tracks, because you whack man/
never lastin, leave you with a disability/
rip an ill emcee, usin this ability/
nothin's killin me, even softly, you copy/
every word i say, but you is still flopping/
nothin can stop me, cause i stay dope/
always above the good rappers like a halo/
[hook]
[verse]
my complexity will wreck emcees, especially/
when rappers dissin me, where im just takin out the best of me/
disrespectin me, and then you see ya neck will bleed/
disconnect ya spinal cord, and have ya spirit rest in peace/
this is chess to me, you roll in checkmate/
yesterday you get beat, today's the same, and next day/
today can be your best day, you still aint got me/
on the block, you with a traffic light, you still cant stop me/
ya flow is choppy, im destroyin whack cats/
and i blast back with more hits than dudes playin blackjack/
if you attack back, then ill attack back/
and even with a bad track, you beaten with a lacked-rap/
you a bad act, and imma wreck ya rhymes/
i have ya jam eaten up with toast like breakfast time/
a wreckless mind, they all callin me crazy/
im insanely puttin you down, like a broken baby/
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