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G-Town, Representin' 315
I started rapping just for fun, but now im looking to come up and possibly be on top of the game... although i do it for fun still.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
#20,854 in subgenre
Peak #31
Charts
Peak #681
Author
LyRiKaL iLLuSiOn
Rights
G-Town Recordz
Uploaded
June 05, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I got bored and i got the idea from 114 barz from krumbz.. but i wasnt gonna do 7 min of it.. i only did 4... lol ..
Lyrics
Yea lyrikal illusion blowing up this rap game like iraq
You wanna top my game, but niqqa alls you doing is gettin stacked
Every rapper is looking away cuz they scared to even look
This is a chess game bitches, im the queen taking over the rooks
Your rhymes are like Star Wars, outside of this galaxy
Far far away and locked up like Akon where no one can see
Your style is like Ground Zero on nine eleven its a mess
Saying im a suck up well suck it up cuz ill knock ya senseless
Your rhymes make it easy to tell your happy with the basics
Your close to being chopped up like beef, i can almost taste it
You wanna gain popularity but your hangin with the geeks
My punchlines will knock you back in the past six to seven weeks
My rhymes are sizzlin hot, they makin yours melt into H20
My rhymes are so ill like a contagious disease, you want no mo'
Against me you need balls, I wont give in theres no workin out
Im talkin out my ass watch how i put words inside of yo mouth
You claim to have pure illness, cuz rappin in your genes
Im a ghost, my words are movin so fast they cant even be seen
You claim to seen gangsta attitude, well go head and push me
I'll beat your two balls inside out to make em into two pussys
Every single punchline i spit out is like a bomb so massive
This is a lyrical war, i wont lose cuz of my marvelous tactics
Yo' ass is so unpopular your death didnt even get mentioned
Because to murder you it only took me a measly two seconds
Nigga you still amazed at the openin line on this song
I send more hits at you than a crack addict takin hits at a bong
You wanna battle me, but your a waist, skills are nothing
Picked up a rhymin dictionary actually thinkin you had somethin
You walkin into a gun fight takin a bullet from my AK-47
Retitlin the cartoon movie "all pussys go to fuckin heaven"
Nigga I aint Fifty, you have no chance to ask twenty one questions
Your just another person on the hit list on givin free lessons
Doctors said i have twenty unknown diseases cuz im so ill
Takin ya weeks to get it up, even when taking the old blue pill
Claimin your rich holdin up a Benjamin, but thats pocket change
You sadly mistaken to take me on, but you only have half the brains
Im takin two muscles to bitch slap you while you usin sixty to frown
You wanna look at the postives but you cant cuz your up sides down
Wanna get on your knees, but nigga you cant handle these nuts
They'll knock on the bottom of yo throat and pierce yo mouth shut
Make sure you get it right the first time like you are J-Lo
No second chances cuz after first chance theres nuttin left of yo'
You now have a hundred problems so your even worse than Jay-Z
Makin you go high on black n blue marks without even takin ectasy
The world is turnin but your the bitch that stays in place
Cuz you been convicted of pure lameness in your old styles case
I climb up Mount Everest to get the point im on top of the world
Im a lyrical psycho makin ya run under the bed hidin up all curled
Im having big strong arms like Ludacris screaming get back
Thinkin you winnin is just opinion but me winning is just the facts
Reinact Rubberband man and just bring all the bitches out
Puttin surgery on yo tonsils so i dont have to hear a bitch shout
Puttin my hometown on tha mape, im always reppin G-Town
You fuck with me ill take the time to put you six feet under the ground
You have to beg for a girl while i get em all just showin up
I breakin your four leaf clover so your ass is out of luck
Those pants explain your status, actin big and stayin low
But you always lookin up high, but my words always send the low blow
Your Fat Joe, but nigga im sittin here forcin you lean back
I just here spittin fire so theres no reason to load up my gat
My words are scarin the shit out of ya makin ya turn brown
Your a fad like Kanye West, popular for a short bit then falls down
Im making peeps headbangin till they are sick of the head ache
Your a bum on the streets
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