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Audio Battle League week 8, no show verse. Flow is extremely different on this one. Enjoy. 1luv
kjabz aka yung jabz ny native album comin soon
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Real life shit! Music for the true hip-hop fans!
Watz crackin' hip-hop headz. Itz ya boi JaBz. I am so tired of watz goin' on in music today. I look back at wat hip-hop used to be and I look at it now and it fills me with anger. The pioneers of rap had no idea it was gonna be this way. So I feel it's time for the new generation of music to take it back to it's former glory. I am the voice of the slums. Listen up. ALL TRACKS AND BEATS PRODUCED BY DOCTOR STRANGE!
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
#12,179 in subgenre Peak #32
Charts
Peak #3,055
Author
Kevin Williams (K-JaBz)
Rights
Kevin Williams (JaBz)
Uploaded
January 28, 2006
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:16
Lyrics
When I spit, precipation, load clips in animation// Get ya leg amputated, wait in anticipation// Dessemanation of your whole nation// I'll leave a hoe wasted like she turned to a cocaine head// And ask her how it feels when she hold satan// My zones vacant, to-tal vagrant// My souls blazin', off the drugs rolled within// Controlled by sin, Po-tions of hope that choke the kids// Incarcertated by the truth but it's encoated with lies// Spirits restricted, cause the devil and the pope comprimised// From the slums to the concrete jungle// Real niggaz rumble, rob wiggaz for a colorful mongoose// I've thump with the worst of the mongrels// And journeyed to the belly of the beast, with the holy apostles// My cody real hostile homie you not known// I'm light smokin' because of the way that I stop growth// I pop toast like the thing kitchen// You spit It I live it, last rap that I wrote was in prison// My throat is inflicted with the most potenent sickness// I wrote most of the scriptures and quoted by most of those predicted// I'm Asserative when insertin' clips// Disperse murder be alerted when I'm go for my hip// Superb incite when the pen write// This jerk been nice with the mic known to excite// Conform to the evils, imposed on my people// From father to the son a repeat of the sequel// Ever-lasting, never ending// Weapons blasting the devil's at hand// Peep the bezel I'm a rebel evading the man// No one to catch you, when I let loose and you fall from a plane// From a retrospective position// Use a smith and wesson to correct the conditions// connect with the best and look @ niggaz with susipicion// If this vet you wanna test, you'll be swimming with the fishes// No love for bitches I'm majestic nigga// Keep the heat under the pillow where I rest at nigga// Can't calculate the level i'm on// Ya styles played I could level where you settle wanna take it to war?// Give simulations of lyrical castrations// Got a million spiritual, miracle raps waitin'// Bitch half naked gave me it to play with// Need a rubber on the double damn i'm so impatient// I transcent adversity// From the blocks to the cops and still enrolled in a university// The universe bankrupt of all morals// Diversity with the words young prophet of tomorrow// Streets over-run with sorrow// And Cacausian cops in drop top black El Dorado// Where's the la yo, pump crack up in Y.O.// Use ice picks to knife kids, and watch em die slow// Subjagated to the fate from a higher power// Like the suicide martyrs that blew up the towers// I understand how I am, and how I'm livin' is wrong// But i'm high like the satellites orbitin' earth//
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