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On The Grind
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Coming out of Ottawa, this young rapper prides himself on lyrical ability and conceptual ideas. Using simple equipment, Conics has made the best of his situation proving to be a force in local circles. Freestyling to recordings, Conics is bound for greatness if given the opportunities.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #100
Peak in subgenre #48
Author
Conics
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Copyright to Dj Destroyer Productions 2005
Uploaded
January 14, 2006
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:43
Story behind the song
Juelz Santana and Clockwork.
Lyrics
im breakin it down with the one and only dylan so get ready for your lyrical fillin im killin these cats too quick through spits when i get on the mic it aint no fight, its a one sided match throw up ya lungs so you got ya last breath to catch gettin ready for my wrath cause everybody dyin in my path tonight this took me no effort to write cause we'd rather be rollin up, drivin by flyin high after we smoke up spliffs take a sniff, have a whiff straight up, its that sticky sh** avian flu bound cause im spittin sick aint no f*** in with us unless we f*** in you up f*** in ya slut as we stay on the grind and like juelz, i do that sh** in time like clockwork, we sellin that chron what you on? on the grind, we sellin the chron fallingbrook, spring ridge avalon it's clockwork b*** and i aint talkin time cause we the realest muthaf*** as on the grind find me on the corner just hangin out bangin in or bangin out im always weighing out them dimes in time people love my weed more than these rhymes of mine dyin lines, no need for that just grab a sac and light it up feel ya lungs tighten up since my first verse, y'all forgoten me but this sh** is good for ya body... got tree? want weed then you know the digits gimme a minute and i'll be up and in it im on the grind like gears, flowin like tears sayin sh** on the mic and no one tests me cause it seems like the rap gods blessed me and i always finish first to leave you f** s guessin dont get messin or i'll leave you messed put you down with the rest cause you test the best on the grind, we sellin the chron from fallingbrook to avalon it's clockwork b*** and i aint talkin time cause we the realest muthaf*** as on the grind if you act up, i'll leave you smacked up cause like a dead end sign, i'll make you back the f*** up we cant be stopped on our way to the top we takin so many guns but not bustin shots but the guns stay smokin, we stay tokin and we always lookin for girls to yolk in we about to rap this up cause its all been said only the realest talk comin straight out our heads and im so burnt out, i just need a bed and im done writin, spittin so much im red cause we done, but we never run we just hate air so we sever lungs get off our back, unless you rootin for-us f*** it man, just put on the chorus
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