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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,533
Peak in subgenre #1,934
Author
Lyrics- Impulse.... Beat: DJ JB
Rights
Lyrics: "Spot Blown".... Beat "no copyrights"
Uploaded
March 16, 2003
Track Files
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Chorus:
Youuuuuuu Dontttt Knowwww Whatttt
you gotten your---self intooooo
Youuuuuuu Dontttt KNowwww Whatttt
you gotten your---self intooooo
Verse 1:
Ayo, dont look over your shoulder /
its all over, pulse dressed up like a soldier /
now who wanna play war with meee? /
play some chicken, speeds ova 150 /
dont really wanna swerve, but ya really have ta /
ima velocia raptor, smartin then most rappaz /
dont talk unles i ask ya, or get smashed to ashaz /
and theres no known factaz, cuz if ya happen to get lost, ill track ya /
down, look all ova town, and watched ya get surrounded /
by hounds, sniffin, and knawin at your carcuss /
the rawest artist, that ever hit sioux city's market /
im awesome, my mic is often never off kid, so watch it /
thats ya step, knock ya eyes into your chest /
so u can watch you breath, get infested with bullets from techs /
digested flesh, damn canibals always bitin on me /
my rhymes on my time, these animals are frightened of me /
Verse2:
you dont know what will happen, when i start rappin /
wrapped ya in plastic, quick, its all over,zippppp /
ya life is haulted when pulse gets natious /
sick of all this, bullshit people keep talkin /
but they dont know, they dont flow, they dont know /
how it feels to be an emcee, always get hated on /
take the world, take it on, nothin can stop me now /
skip the hardwork, take ya family tree and chop it down /
papa is in town, bow down, and kiss my feet /
i got nothin but fire out my mouth, like kissin the heat /
im sick in the streets, emcees know me as the best /
yall fold unda stress, put holes in ya flesh /
that got you blowin at ya chest, breathin is so easy /
im feedin the needy, all these freaks wanna be me /
they wanna keep me, be my friend till the end /
till i knock em off the hinge, and they lights get dimmmmmm /
Verse3:
You dont know me, and ya dont know my crew /
i dont know you, you dont know 712 /
so get ya jackass up off me /
yall need to drink coffee, heat up, cuz ya froze like frosty /
the snowman, oh damn, pulse is back /
i got ya pullin back, hold onto your dash /
cuz im fuckin up ya ride, gotcha rollin on a flat /
im holdin ya stash, while ya reportin ya stolen cash /
go on with you old ass, im the new improved source /
of allsorts of styles ya cant sort /
one from another, fillin up my cupards /
im doin jsut fine with my brother..so uh..fuck ya... /
thats him, but her, from behind /
whenever i spita rhyme, i got dimes jumpin on my vine /
all the time, its like a chain reaction /
as soon as my brain reacts, youll see a change happen /
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