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Genre
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Peak #462
Peak in subgenre #32
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Elevated Thought
Uploaded
August 18, 2004
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Verse 1 ---
This man talkin' like he's sick but look, this kids bitch,
Damn da Vito must be trippin' like he was in Big Fish..
Sit listen and learn while my sentences push,
I'm 'bout to over-rule this Veto like President Bush..
Step and get shook, I'm blessin' this rookie with rap techs,
Rap fresh, I'm better in eve-ry as-pect..
And I'm back to wreck havoc, make this faggot eat words,
Fuck catchin' a victory, learn to catch a beat first..
I teach herbs a lesson if they fuckin' around,
Leave their frame pounded face-down, stuck in the ground..
I'm breakin' this clown,
Amazing, when I'm blazin' my sound,
This tournament's mine son, I'm takin' the crown..
And if I want to murder this guy, I'll burn him alive,
Like suicidal arsonists people yearning to die..
Sayin' Vito's on my level thats for certain a lie,
'Til he joins the Air Force and starts learnin' to fly..
Now he won't try, 'cuz he's fearin' the way, I spit,
He's steerin' away with a tear on his face,
Man nobody here, ever wants to hear what you say,
In fact I'd rather drink a beer with a queer and turn gay..
My words smother cats, and yo this suckas wack,
Truth is Vito's punches never land like hover crafts..
Mother fucka suck a shaft, trouble will stay tall,
You ain't gettin' past second like doubles in baseball..
When I kick a flow, I'll torture this guys life,
Chinese Take-out without ordering fried rice..
Now you gettin' scared 'cuz you know ya life is fucked,
Elevated put a V on thin ice like Mighty Ducks..
Not winnin' so there ain't no need for the struggle dude,
The alphabet's the closest V will be to a W..
Don't mean to trouble you, but I'm gonna do it fool,
Kick ya ass 'til you get pushed back like cuticles..
Verse 2 ---
I'm punchin' brass knuckles, you'll be dead with the hook,
Covered in blood, clothes straight red like a book..
Forever your shook, cuz Vito you'll never be good,
Fixin' ya Honda's the only time you're up in the hood..
Take this battle to the pool if I want to scare Vito,
Are you aware this bitch is embarassed to wear a Speedo..
It's no fair, the boy very lethal when techs drop,
Ill stomp ya with kicks from ya familys sweat shop..
Stop hatin' kid 'cuz my words are quotables,
And son I'll break you in thirds like voting rules..
...that's right mother fucker fall back,
follow that? yo, it's a fact I'm the dopest cat..
We know your wack, homie you're flow is crap,
Useless poppin' off of the top like soda caps..
I'll rip ya spine, & when I say I got ya back,
I won't treat you like a friend of mine when I drop a track..
So.. cop a laugh at this clown and how he
Just lost every chance of advancin' to round 3..
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