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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,383
Peak in subgenre #3,441
Author
Lyrics- Impulse.... Beat: Pure Thought Music
Rights
Lyrics: "Spot Blown".... Beat "no copyrights"
Uploaded
January 04, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Song thats about people judgin who i am again
Lyrics
Chorus:
They done did it again, judge me by my skin /
now they fucked up, now im at them again /
done did it again, judged the wrong men /
now they history, cuz ill never give in /
Verse 1:
They done did it again, can you believe it? /
they full of shit, and gased up like venus /
im not kiddin, i really do mean it /
im kickin these rhymes like im wearin brand new adidas /
i cant stand you, beat it, get the fuck outta here /
or ill beat the fuck outta ya, like you in foster care /
or like how i was, a years locked inside a house /
how would you feel, if ya couldnt lie on your couch? /
huh tell me, if ya think you know me, you a phony /
u dont know the first thing about me, you blow me /
go back to playin ya sony, ill go back to my lab /
as i write and scratch lines, and rhyme on my notepad /
my weapon is vocab, this lyricist is so marvelous /
i cant pay the bills, live in apartment, but it dont bother us /
cuz life is funny, its pretty simple /
how far you can go in life, with a half assed dull pencil /
Verse 2:
Its not who can hit hardest, hmmmmm /
the question is, who can last the longest the farthest /
who can hold up there chins to all of this /
not chu, i blaze these mics, they call me impulse the arsonist /
hot verses burn ya down, ashes fall to the ground /
dont run around, cuz ya eventually bound to be found /
and when we do, god have mercy on your soul /
torture you, just for frontin, when you really commercial /
you aint underground, stop ya jokin mannnn /
cuz ya not makin us laugh, just gettin ya ass whooped mannn /
and ya dont want that, i aint want that either /
cuz ya burn easy, and im always runnin a fever /
cuz im sick and tired of this shit, when im tired and sick /
ya lyin bitch, sometimes i just want you to die all quick /
build a fire with sticks, poor gas out and set it /
im deadly, im sick wit it, like a hardcore fetish /
Verse 3:
Ayo, sometimes i just wish i could resist the fist /
but sometimes kats gotta do it again and again /
and pissed me off, to the point of no return /
when will they learn, that my business is none of their concern /
let em burn, thats right, yall better be readdy /
for the all time heavy, weight champ, left yall in the levi /
but i aint gotta chevy, so bye, bye, mrs. american pie /
ill walk when i talk, so thank god your alive /
cuz im goin out with a fight so quick, run and switch the alarm /
to on, cuz impulse is riddddinnnn through /
and hell fight you, just cuz he doesnt like you /
so get use to the fact that i does not give a fuck /
ill i care about his, spittin and fuckin, livin it up /
to the fullest, what chico can do this? /
i do this for ME, fuck what the people like in music /
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