Jus made this song in bout a day to the warrior 2 beat... I spit thru headphones so you mite wanna turn the volume atleast half way... I think its sick tho, peep it
Yo its Pimp-Status droppin my first Audios, let me kno wats up, give me feedback... You can Find me at TRU on Net54... Thanx for checkin my shit out...1
Story behind the song
Jus wanted to put sumthin up at TRU, it aint the best i could do, one part is off... Sum people from TRU helped it...
Lyrics
You can try n then breath when im applien the heat
but im desiden that we make it exciten n leap
you can say that your not scared but you'd be liein to me
You can hide wat u feel inside but not denie wat you see
i cant describe when i write its like a vibe enters me
i feel alive, its a guide, is this imply a decieve?
becuase it seems its a stream n then my mind it retrieves
the dreams n the deamons, the lies we tryin believe
Didnt act prop-er-ra-ly, n i would sigh when i speaked
parents said he needs pills n the doctors agreed to prescribem-to-me
been constantly hated since i arrived-on-the-scene
the highest rated n still nobodys replyin-ta-me
but on TRU it aint hard to tell who's-who, the wise-n-the-weak
usually the ones who give guidance our the livest-you'll-see
so basically that means dont fuck around with me or my team
you wont be around to tell the story, no ones survives when we beef
Dont confuse mis-use or abuse music with hate/
especially with me as your aim, you better do-it with haste/
As soon as i got attention n took an exit from the womb/
i knew that as humans we'd be sectioned n each .
destined to a tomb/
thats why when i turned about 9 i got my music n tune/
i consumed it n used-it as fuel to lead these fools to there doom/
It was like whoever would test it would then get left in there ruin/
never would stress-it cuz i was the best n whoever was next would get fumes/
My crew thrived off death,but soon had nothin to proove/
got you in check with the text and n audio we cant loose/
now when people get involved they dont kno wat the fuck to do/
we dont like to lie but that aint the reason we stuck-in-tru/
Sum say they gotta wesson or claim that they'll bust-you/
Well, for one it doesnt even seem like you faggots have nuts...2/
Your prolly jus thinkin, wats he mean wat-2?/
Your formin elementary lines which are easy to cut-thru/(damn)
homie you kno you aint got a chance unless your luck-grew/
i dont play with jokers thats why im callin your bluff-dude
Dont confuse, mis-use or abuse music with hate/
thats a stupid mistake you better do-it with haste
N you'd think with the way i rap so sick i'd get mentiond'n/
instead i get bitch sentences, which represents/
the newbies, so sue-me, you wanna let me confess-then?/
if i dont battle you then i'd do nothin but teach you a lesson/
or get your attention, n wat your presenten/
is nothin but less-then, doesnt hurt me keep me interested or guessen/
trust me i see wat your texten, the crew you be reppin/
its true you never kno wat i might use as a weapon/
but i gaurentee you can tell me wat i'll loose if im stressen/
my bars got shit on lock n i aint even arresten/
Im senteced to death from my text n depression/
Spit nothin less-then-perfection,and with this tek i'll take your breath with agression
