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16 year old hiphop arist, fresh raw hiphop music
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #13,155
Peak in subgenre #8,397
Author
Lyrics- Impulse.... Beat: Enigma Beats
Rights
Lyrics: "Spot Blown".... Beat "no copyrights"
Uploaded
December 31, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
just an 80 bar song
Lyrics
Verse:
Ayo, sometimes i wish i could awake, and blow up /
cuz i show up, to every expectation, never fold up /
sick of unloadin trucks, sick of not havin money /
sick of people thinkin its funny, that i aint got nothin /
laughin while im workin, this world keeps attackin my nerves and /
body till i let everything lose, when im boosed /
up on a 40, feels like this oxygon is chokin me /
till i pass out, and opens me up wide to decide /
wether or not to hide in my chest, or rest behind my heart /
workin hard, on what i do for myself, cant quit /
feelin fainted, pain anguish, when i feel painted /
with words, strainin these verbs, as i breathe in and take in this earth /
ya heard? move the hurd, when they flourish for norishment /
and push myself, when i feel the lack of encouragment /
ya learn it, then ya earnin it, then fill ya cubards /
like no other, u got money, ima thank my motha /
for givin birth to me and brotha, now ima give her cover /
shelter, help her, cuz people wanna give her trouble /
make me wanna cut em like butter, these stupid motha fuckas /
throw they ass in the gutta, and leave em there butt hurt /
im the shepard leadin ya into a sin trap /
i feel entraped, in facts, that i just wanna snap /
but i stay syntaxed, in order, to control my emotions /
my heart open, when these words are spoken with impulses /
the older i get, the wiser, the lyrical provider /
lookin through my iris, to see the life of a fighter /
biters, addin wood to the fire, fuckin with this writer /
see me gettin hyper, off the dome like a visor /
come on, try us, leave you face first into the dirt /
my boys dont play, they leave ya flirtin with church /
cuz we got ya thinkin that we demons, the way we got you screamin /
awakin from your nightmares, gasaline and fire, from these lighters /
settin cyphers up in flames, its the same, old game /
move it or lose, we bring pain to those that choose /
so now who? wanna come test vital hourz /
lace up my boots, gotta move and step on these trifflin cowards /
the price is ours, ill set it, to detinate /
tickin down seconds, gotcha second to hate /
ill wreck a tape, burn a cd down /
flip a freestyle, and tare a show to the ground /
pound for pound, i make these rappaz act envious /
pretty boys, preppy boys, rappaz actin feminous /
hokk spit venomous, words from hotspot distance /
my mere existance, got the beat changin to intimate /
entranced from the internet, but im here till i finish this /
epic genesis, gotcha caught off guard like unattended /
soldiers, im growin older by the very minute /
godlike words, check the penmenship and remember it /
never chit chatin, i never wanna reminsance /
fuck one mic, i got a heart and vocals for my instruments /
and thats all i need, to spoonfeed, these illiterates /
im sick with it, i never get to hot and fall like icurus /
im an innocent menance, im on everyones wishlist /
im dr. pulse, i give more sickness to more patience then fishermen /
im flippin it, kickin these rhymes, sick line after sick line /
yall can kiss mine, *smooch* make ya natious after 6 lines /
but u can take that, and times, by ten /
thats how many ive flipped so far, force from hittin wit crow bars /
i see you on my sonar, goodbye mista /
the flyin twista, wreck havoc, to make ya die quicker /
ima shoplifter, the way im a ridahhhhh /
wynona, hold up, my rhymes gettin furious /
i wanna ride her, but shit, i aint got a trojan /
damnn, letme take a breather...*breath in sound*
take off ya t-shirt, nah listen, i wont cheat on ya /
promise, boys scott honor, haha, i learned that from my father /
uhhh yeah, i heard that from my father /
but dont be bothered, just go with the flow /
nah lets forget bout that dance stuff, ill prob step on your toes /
ya dont want that, so lets skip this fake act /
lets get down to business girl, ya my world, so thats that /
what cha waitin for? what cha contemplatin for? /
im curious georg
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