Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,568
Peak in subgenre #837
Author
JayLee
Rights
TrackamastaJay
Uploaded
March 08, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
(verse1)
i get turned on and next im in they palms
they clench my body and then i get spitted on
i get used to taunt, i hosted many fights
saved plenty lives instead of ending with tragic knives
my man is my stand collaborated with amps
went from 8 tracks to wax
then translated through compact
disc, they used to diss through me
after 8mile dropped now everybodys a groupie
wat am i, the grand m i c the mic
i was the shit wen i used cease the night
wether 10 or 100 dollers wack mcs cant rock us
i used to live at targets untill jaylee jacked us
me, a 11 dollar microphone,
dont rap so close to this or you'll get a static tone
(verse2)
im flesh i stay at the top of the dome
i keep all the thoughts in a form of an epitome
beginning and the end, a fuel tank to a pen
no use for full content only 10 percent
logic i lodge it deep in the end
mend it wit melodic thoughts then comes my knowledge
main database, esoteric patterns laid like maze
twisted then braids copyright to all them witty phrase
fuck grades i spend my days in hazy daze
smaller then a midget, iq more then 3 digits
intricate image double if intake of HERBage
wat am i, the track in the train of thought
cream of crop, my own selfs greatest god
home is my pod, infested like a mind of a fraud
(verse3)
im hard, i get shuffled more then a deck of cards
far from large but figure is state of the art
my best friend is a nut, wen i get out i strut
walk wit my head up like the neighborhood stud
i spit better then jay ever could flow
i always cum bigger then jay ever could blow
wen i bust i leave you in a sticky situation
worldsex.com is my favorite station
im all asian dont let the yellowness fool you
dont look straight at me, i got power to lure you
i "shakes" "peers" (shakespear) ever since i "benedict" (been-a-dick)
im good at what i do, my body isnt even big
who am i, master calls me "penis the menace"
juss give me 2 minutes ill bust over your tendons
(verse4)
wat am i, the greatest mc alive
colided wit a microphone, spewin cyanide
i aniahlate any who attend to contend
deaceased shattered in piece
leave your blood spillin in the streets
heat increase my body temp decrease
and speak gods words like holy priests
thugged out rokin grimy beats
the elite one of a kind in the zone
korean Corleon
only young but looks 41
who am i, the sickest patient wit a breather
iv in my arm, the realist illest bottom feeder
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