Solo emcee from Belgium bringing his own style of hip-hop.
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,548
Peak in subgenre #918
Author
Bthugg
Rights
Lyrics: Bthugg/ beat: H-Black-40 Oz Production
Uploaded
July 23, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
The Art Of Bar Spitting
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by H-Black/40 Oz Production & Mixed by S. De Bolster.
Bthugg:
Face your reality cuz Bthugg stepped on the scene to drop this verbal brutality ~ beating you is just a minor technicality/ Dropping these rhymes with geniality ~ ready to battle with a venomous mentality ~ spitting hot rhymes like I have a genetic abnormality/ Wiping opponents away like Nicolas Cage ~ you’ll be gone in less than 60 seconds after I spit this lyrical gauge/ I’m on some other script ~ just like your ass last night you’ll get ripped ~ stepping up with ya pants unzipped/ My flow is hypnotic while yours can only be described as idiotic ~ chaotic ~ worse than Puff Daddy puffing on narcotics/ My lyrics cause a cranial bleed ~ as I proceed to spit with light speed ~ relaxing ~ tripping of that weed/ You don’t even know the meaning of a free-style ~ dropping pre-written lines and then compile ~ still losing and screaming out: “You bastards” just like Kyle/ My rhymes ignite spontaneous combustion ~ I’m hotter than sexual reproduction ~ I’m known worldwide ~ I don’t need no introduction/ You ain’t prepared for this dogfight ~ my rhymes infecting ya skin more than ultraviolet light ~ having you locked in my telescope sight/ (bloaw) I have you performing oral sex with my .44 ~ dropping hardcore rhymes turning bitches into whores sweating me all over the dance floor/ I’m causing more casualties than the Vietnam war ~ always exploding on the scene like C-4 ~ turning wannabe Mc’s into a cold blooded corps/
*Beat change*
Bthugg:
From ‘Dusk Till Dawn’ I thrust upon the scene ~ I was born to rap supreme ~ ‘sucking your liquids’ like a melting ice-cream/ Look ~ listen and observe ~ feel my words trigger a vital nerve till you crumble down to the curb/ Trying to steal my limelight but it’s my-night ~ my twilight zone-ish raps blurring your eyesight/ I leave wack emcees mentally scarred ~ these memories eating them alive ~ forever barred like their life is a movie in which Freddy Kruger starred/ When you spit ~ your ‘blows’ come softer than Amish ‘gays’ ~ your verbal sprays don’t penetrate but ricochettes/ While I blaze words like broken water manes ~ destroying you and leaving without a trace ~ after I spit you’ll disintegrate ~ evaporate ~ you lost your herbal-faith cursing Jah cause I dropped this verbal-grenade/ Emcees are paying me to hold back when I guest appear ~ so I won’t destroy their career ~ I’ll make you disappear without shedding a tear/ Cuz you’re a cocaine-user ~ slowly sniffing thru your stash making you a sane-loser ~ every word I spit crumble your mind like I’m a brain-intruder/ It takes artistic ability to drop rhymes with agility ~ lyrical wizardry exposing your debility as I spit this verse with virility/ While yours is smothered like ’busted rhymes’ ~ rapping soundless like pantomimes making me ‘Flip-the-Mode’ till you scream out like Leanne Rimes/ I’m a lyrical flame-thrower ~ maneuvering like a trained-soldier ~ I disabled your verse call me a fame-destroyer ~ listen to those words ~ Game’s-over/ 