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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #780
Peak in subgenre #126
Author
X·Machina
Rights
AhPawKahLypse Entertainment
Uploaded
February 15, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Verse 1
With my mistical super pace, i spit on you music rapist
I try to hit or evade the sick and abusive phrases
Rejuvinating creating some human faces
That's new to the game but too strong for you stupid fools to face it
Only my crew could make it... no one else
Slowly going over a dosage of pure emotion weath
You see my vocal tells a story of hope and stress
That's rowing a boat inside of my dome and it grows on flesh
More of a focused vet ready to let go
With FutureStyles and Manifest and JayNyce and Klepto
The wick is lit and the time is counting down to explode
Beating this rhymes is like GUnit rapping to techno
Stealing my shine heck no.... no pause and no flaws
Exposing 4 walls as pussies like hoe with no drawers
Hold On... who could beat ahpawkahlypse with dropping hits
When all of you so called emcees just talk alot of shit
Chorus x2
Holla At Me... who's da first emcee to get ripped
Holla At Me... who's da first to beef and get kicked
Holla At Me... Who's da first to go and call my name
Holla At Me and you emcee gonna burst in balls of flames
Verse 2
I'm gone insane in my brain now i'm to hot for ya
Robbing ya off of your glock like prediolarcinistic mafias
Stopping ya... now X Machina is back for ya
With spectacular vernacular blocking blood from cardiovasculars
See you're lacking the phrase like a dracula phased off
Strangling fakes with a bag full of crazed dogs
Back in the game and i'm ranked with derranged gods
Hacking ya brain with an axe and a chainsaw
Listen to my rhyming scheme whoever's brave enough to freestyle me
Is gonna die with ease
Violently with the multisyllable rhyme
Niggaz will die if they step when my adrenaline rise
Flipping the styles on poor teams i hold dreams
In my hand and cause mist and blaze up a smokescreen
Witness the glory of a winner take a look at the trophy
You can't hold me where's your team... you're lonely
The police need to get more violent with this
Cause when step on the mic damnit i'm license to kill
More iller than james bond more hits than a A-Bomb
Killing all of the pests with lyrical baygon
Chorus x2
Verse 3
I won't leave... this veteran will be here again
To reach my height you gotta smoke weed, crack and shoot heroin
If you don't get it, i'm better than all of you emcees
And you don't gotta be a teacher to try and test me
I'm a track rapist, a rap taker, a beat molester
Bringing rap to Grenada like i'm a Greens Professor
I bring the heat to simba cause you raps are edible
Get burn out like cinder cause all your tracks are terrible
Even if my song is done with verses of clever lyrics
I never finish my styles never diminish when i'm in it
You claim you got a iller style then go ahead and send it
Call my name then ya blood with my rap i'll spread em with it
Cause after this i hope you gone remeber me
If not i'll dip ya brain in water to refresh your fricking memory
Noone can put an end to me no one can slow me down
So back up and reconize cause no rapper can hold me now
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