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I Will Never Leave You (Mary-Jane)
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New Track from Eiksta, about the potent pleasures of the one and only Mary-jane
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Eiksta is a one man Wrecking-Ball full of tenacious verbs, and a ball-punchin flow... Stand by... Dope beats & even doper lyrics...
I'm a poet and a lyrical mastermind all rolled up into one ball of badassness... lol. For my poetry go check out www.webook.com, and look up the name autumn blister. For the gangsta-ist, of the gangsta rap, just stay tuned, cause you've just stumbled upon the greatest unknown gangsta rapper ever. With influences heavily from Surgeon General "SG" and 2pac, and Eminem (Slim-Shady), you can only imagine the lyrical disaster that was to follow... If your looking for some shit that will punch you in the balls, and leave you wonderin what the fuck just happened, and what sweetness your ears have just encountered, then you've arrived at your destination... New shit added like all the fuckin time... Check out myspace.com/Eiksta, purevolume.com/Eiksta and youtube.com/Eiksta for more songs and videos!
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Charts
Peak #2,644
Peak in subgenre #44
Author
Eiksta/Emotion L Beats
Uploaded
February 01, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:30
Story behind the song
Dope track, had to have dope lyrics
Lyrics
I remember the first time I smelt you in the air, First time I pulled you deep and burned your hairs, Before I even knew who and what you were, Before you used to come around here girl, Blunts rolled up tight, even tho the tip was lipped, Nigga lipped and soggy as a bitch, Smokin weed like every day since then, Try to get my hands on the sticky icky shit man, I can never seem to get high enough, these days, Smoking a blunt of krip, then a blunt of regs, I try drinking, even tho it ain’t my fortay, Just trying to get fucked up, is just for me, I smoke the chronic, the green hulk monsta bubonic, And you can blow the smoke in the air if you flauntin, The weed smoke gets more potent as the days end, I know the mothafuckas who got the fuckin gameplans, You fuckin with an insane man, with scissors and motherfucking lighters for both of his hands, oh damn So I be chopping up the shit, while rolling a spliff, just to try to get a myself a lil bit of a lift, I’ll admit I’m the shit, and my piece is just swift, leave the shit charred and ashes once its burned a lil bit, while I’m ahead I’ll just quit, and light the end of this spliff, take a hit, and watch the sorrows of my day just drift, The smoke I blow contact kos motherfuckas, Sprinkling keef and hash on my stash like a G motherfucka, I’m the man motherfucka, I take my stance motherfucka, I roll the dutch and mix it up like it’s ranch motherfucka, Like John Travolta we can motherfuckin face off, And see who can blaze a pound and still be able to stand dawg, Guarantee it’ll be me, cuz I only smoke my trees in dutchmaster supremes, Double longs all day, that’s the sunrise way, Don’t come round puffin skinny blunts in the FLA, Round here we don’t play, throw a quarter in the dutch, Roll it up, and burn it down and we get fucked up, Shit was tight for a minute, now shit’s all shifting, different ways Never know what’ll happen next got my ass wishin, for betta days
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