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Noahs Failure (Blazin vs. ARKane)
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hiphop rap battles freestyles disses
Hot audios, some real inspirational raps on here, also some stuff you can dance to, some battles and also some freestyles. If you lookin for a diverse page, you
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Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Charts
Peak #17,411
Peak in subgenre #681
Author
Blazin
Uploaded
August 19, 2005
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MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 2:19
Lyrics
Wit rap I play wit these kids/ Arkane is cautious, that's why his name in yellow on his sig// The fella don't wanna spit on records/ I'll kill ya family for you dawg, you ain't gotta battle Reka// Quit rhymin off beat I pop heat/ Wit rhymes hot enough ta boil fresh coffee// Stop me? please..that's funny/ I'll simply peel ya skin off like trippin while you running// Listen dummy, I ain't losin/ Taste testin beers? nah, but you takin brews in// Duke quit, you about ta fail/ Cuz you ain't had a hot wrap since you hit up Taco Bell// Ark is frail..you just lower ya head/ When I pop tha toaster like my kernels go on my bread// He'll go to tha feds when I grip that hammer/ But I neva catch an offense like I stick wit manners// Don't even talk like you got a hustle/ Cuz I'll have ya veins stickin out without flexin ya muscles// BNP? You ain't touchin us/ Ark is fallin off, I guess Noah fuckin up// You get no such luck that I'll play/ Cuz I put crack in ya verses, since they ar kane// Every one of ya raps is feces/ If it comes ta game, we're doomed, Arks ain't savin tha species// Bars come easy, plus I'll fuck ya bitch/ Like toddler track stars tha way I run in her crib// You sell? please you on that hunger shit/ Wit ya stomach rumblin more than thunder and shit// [Pause] It's not a game when I aim tha trey deuce/ Bullets touch ya brain like hair GEL, we callin you Ark Angel// Hang loose or get banged when 8's shoot/ Ya game is fake duke you ain't trained ta take booths// This boy sprays when he holds tha mic/ So don't get hyped I'll rain on Ark for 40 days and 40 nights// You gettin ate alive, so save ya pride/ Cuz I keep 5 8's ta show you 40 ways ta die// Don't play wit this guy, i'm not tha type ta joke/ Ark beatin me? now that's some type of joke// I'ma harm ya man, damn/ Ya crew owns you, that's why you tried out on command// You pop mags? I must be a brother ta you/ KO'ed by ya relative I wonder wat another would do// I know why ya boys walk 'n relax/ Cuz you tha worst in ya crew so you ain't talkin back//
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