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BiPolar
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White madwest emcee from Wichita, Kansas. Born in 1980 in El Dorado, Kansas and still on this Earth for a reason.....to create music out of positive and/or nega
Emcee Stove......The nicest MC to ever touch brown dirt from ground Earth......dont sleep....peace.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,293
Peak in subgenre #172
Author
Emcee Stove
Rights
Emcee Stove
Uploaded
March 25, 2003
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
BiPolar is the "mental illness" that I am thriving to survive with.....Very versatile track from a super versatile mindstate.
Lyrics
The way that I bring my scrypture its what-ever the brain waves picture/ Every night at home in front of this microphone I hear these lyrics/ I'd write it down but I fear it death in a spirit I can almost fuckin feel it/ My tempers flarin face lookin Red Baron thinkin of Courtlynn, Tristan, and Taryn/ Important visions I'm carin stop starin glarin at dreamy eyes/ I'll bust yo lip I'll bust yo forhead yo chin yo back yo spine/ But in time I hope ya'll feel me its silly I'm tryna kill me/ For really I open revealing doors leave you speechless with chilly poors/ So sick disgusted I'm tired gonna die a fuckin liar/ I'm dieing of these cancers in dire need of answers/ Why'd you make me BiPolar Type One silent but violent/ Contagious Stove Stylin I feel it deep in my heart/ Cause I've been beaten recieved the treatment can see in the dark, spark/ My success across time zones in this Midwest this is my home/ My brain waves are major away in a fuckin manger this strangers anger/ Feels like I'm standin still but spinnin I'm sinnin ta win it/ Deep in it beggining ta ending defending bending the rules/ Pretendings for fools they call me Emcee Get Schooled/ Any man that steps up its either squash or get squashed/ Its kick rocks or get lost, BOSS...................................../ Have you ever seen a crazy man with a microphone rip rawness/ An I'm white if ya never did saw this rippin raps with a record thats flawless/ All I want is a Grammy dammnit hand me my chance you look outstanding in trance/ My pants, they got, holes in the knees, please, dont smoke all my trees geez/ Just got it just bought it my quarters shorter than porter-potty turds/ Those fuckin birds, they shit on my car again I'm pluckin fuckin feathers/ Its whether or not I'm insane or just plain retarded I've started wars/ On a course remorseful the flashbacks are forceful/ I cant stop'em from commin, Fred Krueger aint nothing/ I'll bust his teeth in I'm reachin for stars I'm bound ta reach one/ Sometime, but in the sunshine where are they, so far away/ But Stove can see'em its neon lightning bright sparked whiteness/ Inside us Stove-itis the tightest to grab the mic and enlight us/ Invite us inside his mind dont deny the signs, I'm live an on stage/ Outrageous ragin pages I turn'em or burn'em learnin, yearnin for knowledge/ Always investin lessons from messes my blessings' adolesence/ My best assessment possesion under arrested whats next its hectic/ Neglecting erections reflecting corrections this effect is enormous/ I could perfect my performance change my career and ignore it/ Store it inside my brain go insane and be dormant transformin/ From daddy to emcee to son brother and husband my mothers lovin/ Gave me the strength that I need to emcee succeed and be free/ Ya see I grew up in this bubble double or nothin I'm always in trouble for something/ Hallucinatin seein bipolar fakeness I hate this my words are weightless/ I just gotta face it because I must better make it take it as far as it goes/ They know the Stove can blow this just notice my lotus flow-tus/ I wrote this in heiroglyphics these snippets of thought waves gone sour/ Every hour twin towers go down again in my visions/ Who did it Osama Saddam ya'lls mommas eats llamas ass/ We bombin back cause this is America none of us scared of ya/ Pussy coward my favorite towers devoured who gave you the power/ To take peoples lives peoples husbands cousins and wives/ Fuck your guns and cheap knives we creep from the sea plus we fly/ B-2's with nukes on the side bombin if need be leave you knee-deep in seaweed/ We've said enough lets free these missiles projectiles grenades/ A broken treaty this evening you'll see me emcee on TV/ My CD's outta control off the knob and it sells like the 99 cent menu/ I send you continue to bend your mind keep you thinkin/ Why isnt he paid not bankin a dollar dime damnit help me I'm hungry please....
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