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Hot out tha box for 2003 Wattson is a solo artist out of St LOuis with a different twist on battle raps and other forms of hiphop
Wattson comin at you with his own take on rapping. Witty, yet still accessible to all walks of life...
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #13,389
Peak in subgenre #8,371
Author
Watt$on
Rights
Jon Rayfield
Uploaded
July 17, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Me and my boy Dan got together and made up this beat... The verse is crazy
Lyrics
Intro:
Who's there? What are you doing here?
We are here to corrupt your mind.
Verse 1:
I only appear large to you cuz my brain is so full it's convex
and you like roaches, footballs, and Al Qaida, duckin bomb threats
my heavy palm sets on your right cheek
i make your nights bleak
and brush the dust off your dome, like sun spots on Pike's Peak
Midnight creeps, demonic awakenings
shaking waking dreams of aching and coming loose at the seams
the streaming evil I'm feeling
"Oh no!" I thought it was all an illusion
Stealin hope from the souls of hostile resolutions
impossible conclusions, as i'm realizing
I can battle like a ferral rised being
"Sterilized Meaning:" I'm about to start FEEDING ON YOUR SOUL!
"He's out of control!"
No conception, my reception is wider than Proehl's
Tightly bound scrolls unraveled for the contest
disgusting verses laced with curses, and i'm on deck
stud dared me to conquest, and stepped with a puffed chest
I wiped his acid spit off my face and said 'chill dog i'm next"
Viscious like firearms in mid-coitus
you can't avoid this
rhyme android diss computer a mid-range shooter like Boynkins
A paranoid twist, what you thought I wouldn't turn up the radio?
My whole rhyme style's wild, synaptic fellatio
the ratio of my dope hits over yours is always an irrational number cuz you can't come up with one
(oh you was talkin about flows?)
Um, let's settle this outside
cuz i know you wanna protect your pride
plus, i don't want to kill no one's high
except mine, expect a sober challenger
my quick blows unbalance your whole valence in conceptions of prose
I thumb my nose at all those that insist I chose this
and pose to dispose with swollen fists those who know bliss
the winner here by default is no one
cuz i don't battle for fun
I'm just waiting for Satan to challenge me to a rematch
double or nothing
cuz i thought he was bluffing
and having the soul of the devil makes you realize one thing....
Chorus
Verse 2:
Y'all must be new to this
It's ludicrous how emcees wanna test me like I'm fluid piss
drops by with his crew to diss
and ends up limping home with bruised discs
in his spinal column I'm rhymin fillin up more socks with slugs than my crew and Fisk
a truant kid, droppin a fluent bid for rap czar
my tracks influenced by black stars
I'm half large and half super-sized
and I'm stupefied by you telling stupid lies in my face about how you goin ta replace
the flow champ
you get a gold stamp for rhyming with no pamper's on
I'm slow sippin, never trippin like marathons
no share of thongs or dragons or sisqo
but i'll keep flows and beats sizzlin like Crisco
let my fist go, I promise I won't hurt you
My soul slowly bleeding out rapidly clouding my virtue
through the microphone, more addictive than heroin
PCP, crack cocaine and Seagrams gin, it's harrowing
trying to stay focused
in a world full of dopeness
and you can only share your rhymes and beats with close kin
but most people think I'ma stay in my room
not seeing how rapidly the addiction consume
I dream of human anguish
abuse language for my selfish angle to tangle my thoughts with blankness
the strange angst kids feel toward the world
is complicated by the fact that I just ripped a dank hit
I'll be frank with ya, I don't excuse my behavior
or act like I'm braver
an out all night, all out X-smokin raver
sometimes I get ignorant
crack a few forties and shit gets belligerent
come on the Yamaha and surrender to the rhythmic bliss
I live with this, the summer of a lifetime
my life is prime and I'm arriving faster than Corona to lime
your flow is a crime
punishable by assault and battery
your attempts at flattery are worthless
beckoning neo-satanic word smiths....
(Evil laughing)
Call the demons join me in elevating the planet to speed streamed evil with neo-realists
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