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16 year old hiphop arist, fresh raw hiphop music
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,954
Peak in subgenre #4,389
Author
Lyrics- Impulse.... Beat: Enigma Beats
Rights
Lyrics: "Spot Blown".... Beat "no copyrights"
Uploaded
January 13, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Tourny Audio
Lyrics
Im battlin a kindergardener, ima have to school this lame /
its not t-h-o-t, u forgot the u-g-h /
so move out the way, b-line this bitch to the finals /
u havent hit puberty, only thing u hit, is your voice on hi notes /
your still underground, im independant and primal /
ya SOL dawg, ya couldbt be saved even if ya called up gyko /
give this bitch midol, stop ya flow, scratch it like vinyl /
i hear nothin but sirens, cuz at the end of this tourny, im 5-0 /
and youll be number one on the list, so feel lucky man /
and im stealin ya girl while im at it, youll be doin another puffy jam /
part three, tell ya the truth, im hard to please /
im so breath takin, that ill make ya heart cease /
your hardly ill, your 16, well i murder my peers /
but i dont even know what to say, no ones heard of you here
but now im back on track, have this kat, laughed at /
the whole tourny pointin they fingers, cuz ya sound like ass, and no, not passin gas /
but now im passed that, cuz i know no-one is as hot as me /
postative thought, gonna send me a letter of complentry /
im dirtier then laundry, shut this man up, he cant rhyme right /
i breath in cyanide, spit, so i explode like dynamites /
(explosion) out from the depths of the underground /
ima son this clown, make like mars music, shut em down /
im not even fuckin around, im serious this time /
ya can walk all over your notebook, ya still aint kickin rhymes /
ya stupid idiot, whyd ya name yaself p-thot /
flea the spot, after i hit this females gspot /
yeah, im talkin bout you man, you homerphadite /
i spit half ass rhymes, cuz u aint even half as nice /
after i analyze each of your rhyme /
i dont even feel like eatin this kat anymore, i lost my fuccin apetite /
ill be livin in paradise, just another day like phil collins /
im like a hijacker takin hostages, im stealin ya pilot /
so ya cant write, cuz that was wack as fuck when i played it, it sux /
this tourny served me pthot, on a hot dish and i ate him up /
but im still craven, gotcha scared outta ya mind like im wes craven /
i take over like festations, your walkin on dangerous grounds /
i aint playin around, ill do this forever, its ya favorite sound /
take ya up to my level, cuz i aint sinkin to yours /
spit my deadly sickness into your system, and have ya bleedin out ya pores /
each tournament, i rip katz like you, this is like my day off /
well ya sit at home all day writin, but this boss just laid you off /
cuz ya came off, wack as fuck, so ima make this real clear /
im so sick, i send out wheels chairs, if they all still breath air /
after im finished, im the epic genesis, its the arrival /
ya call me wyonna rider the way i steal your title /
snatch it so fast outta ya grasp, that ya whole arm detached /
from the shoulder, so i use it as a weapon to beat ya ass /
god damn, dont even take a chance, make a new account /
cuz ya should noshow, heard my audio, stood up and bounced /
didnt even say a word, and i predict thats whats exactly whats happenin /
right now, as i spit, hes think "oh shit, i shoulda never started rappin" /
ya shoulda never been asked, to join this tourny /
cuz now ya joinin the losers bracket, tell everyone they suck, and whats up for me /
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