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Whats Good Ya'll its X!! aka Default coming at you
Remeber that name..im fixing to BLOW!
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #8,430
Peak in subgenre #174
Author
Lyrics: Emcee X
Rights
UntouchableRecords
Uploaded
May 21, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I wasn't gonna diss ya'll but you brought my baby into it
Lyrics
Default spits combustable-rap..
our dna, makes,it an untouchable-track..
a couple-of-cats,always lookin for trouble-wit-gats..
sick-flows,rip-foes,aint no body fuckin-wit-that..
Me n addict,shatterin these faggots who try rappin like porcelin/
make BIG vets,suffer napolean complex, like they was corsican/ (course a cin)
two morbid-men, treating cats in tags like aborted-twins/
you'll know when my corp-is-in, we all ryde-or-die/
fuckin smash, this cat, without usin an entire-ryhme/
n spit-gas, so when my lips-match, its fire-lines/
hip hops in dire-times, bwell and custa fuckin whack-kids/
sayin u'll eat, any emcee, sounds like a bunch-of-fag-shit/
cut-the-theatrics, n the act-bitch, n stay off this cats-dick/
lets see how far you'll take rap-if, it leeds-to-a-casket/
or leeds-to-a-wratchet, bein blasted, till your leaving-in-fragments/
i cant stop breathing-in-ashes, from so many burnt-emcees/
you've seen the rawest, get mauled-when, spittin disses concerning-me/
u know how i work-in-beef, a CHEF the way my text is served-in-heat/
Default spits combustable-rap..
our dna, makes,it an untouchable-track..
a couple-of-cats,always lookin for trouble-wit-gats..
sick-flows,rip-foes,aint no body fuckin-wit-that..
shit i leave a lastin-impression,like smashin-your-heads-in/
type to roll thru flashin-the-weapon,while im askin-directions/
if i wasnt maskin-aggression,bwell ya future wouldnt get past-the-present/
glow like my raps-fluerescent,custa the next to get your ass slapped-contestant/
these cats get clapped-in-seconds, X brings bats to snap-the-necks-wit/
gats in back-of-the-lexus,watch when the god gets mad-and-flexes/
the flow makes half this track-infectious,got a platinum plaque, hat-and-necklace/
i'm impact-repellant, dna make the whack collapse-breathless,leavin graves-on-stage/
these hoes grievin from the games-i-played,say darren foul cuz WE ran a train-on-his-dame/
he probaby got X's name-on-a-chain..james,nuts bigger then the blades-on-the-range/
X puts flames-on-the-page,when we come thru the whole place-got-mamed/
you ever FUCKING name-my-dame on track again ya Whole FUCKING Race'll-be-slayed!/
Default spits combustable-rap..
our dna, makes,it an untouchable-track..
a couple-of-cats,always lookin for trouble-wit-gats..
sick-flows,rip-foes,aint no body fuckin-wit-that..
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