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Hip Hop SAVior
Am-Fam productions Presents A.I.R
Amnesty International Records, we make it hard to breathe....
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #27,710
Peak in subgenre #17,510
Author
Anonymus
Rights
yes
Uploaded
November 15, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
just to let you know im good
Lyrics
Can u help me out real quick...
Anon’s real sick...
Got flows I haven’t used like some my gift certificates...
So listen to my music and this is what you’ll get..
A so good feelin like when mom kisses sons lips...
Im the truth as if im words of sheed wallace..
Say nothin on a track I can mostly breathe on it...
And it’ll be hotter then flames watcha ma call it...
im shoeshine boy who kept his lyrics so polished...
I got my spirit in pocket..nobody knock it..
Fresh clothes fresh gear tags I pop it...
Rags to rags soon a hundred mil I’ll copt it..
Got suttin for you niggas oooh I’ll cock it...
45th in my hand boy nobody can stop it...
Get a point man..shoot twice no healin wit ointment..
Im so gif-ted im my gods gift to all people who really don’t get shit..
I put it in lamon’s rewind n remix the ancient....
Turn new generations with movements of music..
sad thing is..only way I know how to do it..
Im sorry if it’s a little confusin..talk shit I’ll mute cha...
I ain’t the type to hate skin like the klu klux....
Im so ahead of time I went back to future...
Just to regroup myself tell myself..Anon, don’t get too far ahead of ya self....
I gotta listen man.I said it myself.....
Ya niggas ain’t gettin me vividly wit the rythmn in me..
Up da block after snap like im willie mcghee....
I put all on shhh....ya’ll cant breathe...
Verse 2
im the truth ..
Not here to spit garbage n pollute...
The way I sound so good it remind of flute..
And also lookin good like a stack of loot...
Makin sure my pockets ain’t on da stacka 2....
I don’t bring myself down wit an answer to you...
U aint strapped what u know about rap, u don’t know dat...
I was rappin back before throwback... before j-lo got her own act...
Before punchlines were made considerin kodak...
Never whack took it in as I showed dat...
My chain brangs light to my brain for ideas that are prolly insane...
I’m partly sane...partly on da top of my game...
Trying to get known like monopoly’s name..
So I sacrifice roll the dice let rhyme take control of my life..
This is my way to show all as I told all they should’ve holden on...
Said I would never do shit..proven em all wrong in one song..
Ya niggas cant tell when my flow is on...
Verse 3
I make sure heads nod..if not, they must be death ahh...
I aint talkin bout da type of kanye west bruh....
Use to call my own flow nutty professa..
A genius on da mic plus I make crowd go nuts...
So nuts I seen a squirrel snatched da show up and drag it to a place where it wasn’t before nuts...
I think u need neosporin heal to ya cuts....
Cause a lot of people...well.. don’t feel it enough...
Im askin who gasin n feelin up u suck like three blondes who too drunk ....
Smell me im da shit man I guess im too skunked ...
No one was on my dick in ninety-six...only for da simple fact I was hidden that I spit...
I’ll never do again..im never hidin my shit...
Hear another nigga who rhyme who tight he prolly bitin my shit...
Who got too soft like whoo saa in bad boys..sad boy I get more attention den a pamela boobjob...
What a boosta like somebody from da back shoot ya..
Ya’ll be talkin bout but u cant even prove stuff...
