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Song Info
Genre
Author
Lyrics- Impulse.... Beat: NipProductions
Rights
Lyrics: "Spot Blown".... Beat "no copyrights"
Uploaded
January 23, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
audio battle
Lyrics
Verse:
now come on mac, how the fuck ya gonna give me the two easiest katz /
in the tourny so far, i spit bars, and leave him with no chance /
to advance, im not tryin,teasin him with raps /
teachin the facts, this katz wack, ima beat up his fam /
for lettin this foo rap, on the mic, they shoulda been like /
"no darlin, impulse will murder you, ya cant even flow hardly" /
but pardon me, i dont mean to lower your self esteem /
but this motha fuckaz gotta go, out the window, atleast /
or somethin to that effect, ima hitman,collectin my check /
ya spit nothin but fillers, shit go back to text! /
cuz atleast ya won alittle there / haha "ima kill you"
after this battle, ima adopt your will like prince a bellar /
froze ya in midair, im subzero up in this bitch /
your up in this bitch, suckin my dick, and lovin it /
round 3, not touchin it, so its best to dig ya own grave /
show this netcee how i tare up shows, and have him fix the stage /
ya chicken to say that ya cant be flippin it ok / ok?
this kat so ugly, that his aunt wont even kiss his face /
listenin to my audio and sweatin like richard simons /
every minute you in it, from the beginnin to the finish /
stumblin ova ya words, like short people basketball dribblin /
(silence beat)and no matter how hard u try to be Calvin Kline, your not on women /
your fishin for the impossible, my flow is so phenomial /
ya should sell your studio equipment, and pay for the hospital /
bill, im for real, this garbage emcee be loiterin the dump truck /
these hiphop fumblaz, bein stumbllin, spinnin like num chucks /
its a tournament, and ima leave it at that, so much love /
send ya to rehab, so CK can say goodbye to punchdrunk /
just anotha, textcee tryin to be me, in this game /
its a shame, that i have spit and blow out ya flame /
you a cock, but u forgot the OC in your name /
its all the same, ya hate me, then love me /
and you AIM to much b, i cant believeeee you said "budddddy" / *play sample from his audio*
ya so unorginal, those rhymes u spit i swear i saw on ebay /
aslong as you keep away, from my written paps /
and each day, ya sound like somethin i ran over on the freeway /
your in round 2, so what! you advanced in a three way /
that dont mean shit, cuz calvin kline is in the wrong profession /
this songs depression, i kill this kat with armed weapons /
lyrical ability, to kill emcees, without stability /
with enough artillary, to wipe out this .com facility /
the vicinity cleared in 3 minutes, with ck in it /
ya just gotta love it, sick like pedafiles /
send a search team to find ryan, cuz he cant find his styles /
ya cant even walk a mile in my shoes, and now your mad at me /
crippled this foo and hand him a handicap sticker after battlin me /
cant fuck with my soundbits, you sink and drown in them /
they found you bent, so before you go and post your audio my man, ya better.....
****Stop, Think ABout it****
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