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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #927
Peak in subgenre #455
Author
Lyrics- Impulse.... Beat: MTC Beats
Rights
Lyrics: "Spot Blown".... Beat "no copyrights"
Uploaded
March 16, 2003
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
First song on V4
Lyrics
this rap business makes me craaazzyyyy
this rap business got me shaddyyyy...haha
and no mater how hard u try to fade meeee...
ill come back!!!!
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Chorus:
When i find a beat... IM craazzzeeed
when i rhyme on beat.. Im paiddd
gotcha pumpin ya feet.. ya gettin chased
by the crazed emcee, be amazed when i breath
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Verse 1:
the mic murderer, drop to stop, these cops urgin us /
to pop pop, run wit da flock, they searchin us /
who heard of this, hot spittin /
hostile kitchen, gotcha burnt /
learned to wait ya turn, men get layed in dirt /
crazed at first, got my mind doin backflips /
fuck wit us, gotcha broke up crawlin like an arachnid /
the fact is, pulse gonna blow, at one of his shows /
battlin his foe, he loco, gotcha like "oh noooo" /
the door done closed, in ya face homeboy /
hang ya head low, join the festival, or go home boy /
ya heard me, dont make me repeat myself /
or else, putcha in a position where u can feed yourself /
tease your health, immune system gettin confused /
putcha in my shoes, level them out with some cement /
its huntin season, and frankly i dont give a fuck how ya feelin /
exit wounds with no heeelin /
*chorus* x2
Verse 2:
Everytime i breathe, i got emcees, preyin on the knees /
like "oh jesus, when will you believe us!" /
im godlike, my words will covet those chalk lined /
all the time, im spittin, hittin to leave ya cockeyed /
those wack lines? not mine, i spit nothin but flames /
ima kill this shit, like im snuffin out the game /
im pumped up on fame, my adrenaline rushed /
when i hit the stage, all rage, see me fuccin puffed /
with my pe jacket, betta watch yo shit, cuz im jackin it /
it'll happen quick, so keep your eyes wide open /
you cant ever swallow the truth, u guys try and die chokin /
snatch ya bifocals, doo, im for real /
ya know the deal, keep it real, or make ya feel /
pain, like ya neva felt before, it'll neva change /
its all the same, dont ever forget it son /
ya neva bucked a nine, but you'll be wishin for one huh? /
*chorus* x2
Verse 3:
Ya hear the beat bumpin? thats me thumpin! /
somethin to get ya runnin, get those little nikes pumpin /
ya think its funny, well man, think twice /
cuz ill write a verse so nice till theres no ink, ight? ight /
got a problem, lets fight, i aint afraid of ya punks /
cowards, comin off with a new excuses by the fuccin hour /
to confront me, sayin shit like ya gonna punk me? /
claim beef, but ya just lunch meat /
plus b, ya the type of kat that makes me stomach hungry /
so come see, me in flesh at show, cuz i aint got time for joes /
you average, kats couldnt be macho married to savage /
im an addic, got me addicted to lines /
writin fanatic, predicted the size, now letme at it /
im fixin to die, my rhymes resembles the buckin of an automatic /
nine, yall cant find a safe house to hide in/
ya boasted about your rents, now ya gotz no guidance /
*chorus* x1
"ight now, ya done fucked with me... so looks like i gotta remind yall of somethin... yo backs!
"what up"
"sing it wit me dawg"
"ight, yo"
"Im not playin around, im not playin around no more
i cant stand these people, i cant stand these people no more
they must be insane, their drivin me crazy
i cant stand them no more, told you more then once, dont fuck wit me"
dawggggg.... dont fuck wit me, im to crazy... dont know what will happen when ya put me behind a beat.... right bro? haha, damn right... how bout me hit em wit alittle fresh shit now.. hit it!
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