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Song Info
Genre
Author
Lyrics- Impulse.... Beat: Auditory
Rights
Lyrics: "Spot Blown".... Beat "no copyrights"
Uploaded
December 19, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The saying "Im ill like that" came from talkin to emily on the phone... just said it one time, and it stuck...haha... who woulda knew i make it into a song... hmmmm
Lyrics
Intro:
hahaha...
its impulse... or, its pulse.. tyler.. whateva
u know me... cant forget me
cant fuck wit me, why? why? why?
i figured it out... haha.. why? cuz im like that
why? cuz im like that... who? pulse
why? cuz im like that... where? 712
uh, uh check it
Chorus:
Cuz im ill like thattttt..... anyone got a problem get smacked /
cuz im comin through ya area, embarass your character /
burry ya 6 feet deep, now whos darin us? /
Verse 1:
Im ill like that, no one can seee mee /
beat ya, breezy, oh you so easy /
you who you team be? watch me break em down /
take this sound, now, how can you fake that smile? huh /
tell me, ya cant, i know it is impossible /
my flowin is so powerful, my music turns to optical /
make ya turn the other direction, pure succession /
make ya learn the lesson, by handin out knucklin sessions /
ya bucklin under pressure, hold your ground /
make you trip out, like i just sold a pound /
of coke, bag it up, sack it up, time to wrap it up /
ask for us, and get ass, bashed to dust /
smash the cuffs, im comin, and im runnin /
lyrically stunnin, these munchkins, smash em like a pumpkin /
im munchin up, on these katz that have no skill to rap /
feel my wrath? why? haha im ill like that /
Verse 2:
Hit this again, one more time with the force of a horse /
power norm, gotcha knocked off ya course /
of destiny, ya bleed at the ya fuccin chest peice /
pure extacy, comin up short like foo joe pecsi /
well lets see, hah! cant fuck with my plot /
stop ya talk, walk the walk, and bust out whatcha got /
i bet its nothin, compared to my history /
ya little fuccin life, aint even a phase to my memories /
ya aint seen shit, till ya seen what ive seen /
motha fucka, cream in ya jeans, when ya hear this team /
gleam, we got shows, yall got closets to clean /
redeem the tittle, im a lean mean fiendin machine /
heed the fact, that i would whoop ya ass if ya ask /
for it, come out victoious, oh shit, so notorious /
im floorin it, pedal to the medal, im ill like that /
never fool a mind as great as mine, so ima seal this rap /
Verse 3:
Impulse, will spit sick writtens, so sit and listen /
to this shit sizzlin like bubblin cyst syphilis /
i should discontinue this, but im to hot to stop /
hot is hot, thats it, if ya got it, then im shocked /
yall take caution, i hopscotch over the hot spots /
im nastier then when bodys rot, yall got ya shottys cocked /
ready to aim and fire, i flame ya fires, with propane lighters /
yall full of shit, and in need of a change of diapers /
i reign in cyphers, the king, kinda like lord of the ring /
but without the bling bling, just with the skills to bring /
ya whole crew to a hault, lock ya in my vaults /
for centuries, just cuz ya think ya iller then the pulse /
hah, i chuckle at ya fuckin lucky motha fuckaz /
that smooch and pucker, and kiss anyones ass that got numbaz /
i love ta, rhyme, its just a past time /
and im iller then that, fuck with us, and ya ass is mine /
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