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ONE MAN AMAZIN AND HOT SAUSE OF THE BSP'S
Loesin Amazin ...
The thought process of a fatherless child in the ghetto ... raise by hiphop ... manifested by the cycle ...of life and death
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,161
Peak in subgenre #39
Author
LOESIN AMAZIN
Rights
GUTPUNCH ENT. 2005
Uploaded
February 15, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.9 MB • 128 kbps • 2:39
Story behind the song
OKP rep to rep
Lyrics
I Russian sickle nukkas with wisdom …
I’m brolic with the knowledge of Allah’s children …
Destroy and rebuild ‘em
Feed ‘em with the fish and bread rhythm
I water to wine miracle Ric ‘em
Then Slick lyrical stick ‘em
Sause beat track eater … wit my feed up …
lay my vocals …like a fed ex deliver …nukkas
I instant ax
I stab nukkas in the back …
With the timbalands so fast …
I leave wheat tracks in they ass …
That lines for blak …
I Move like Huston music …
chopp and screw it …
and freaks cd’s
cause ain’t (in’t) nooo (no) nukka (kka) seeing me
I give verse jems …
like I spit with a Paul Wall grill …
zugga zin …back then
didn’t want me …now I’m hot …
and it’s soo lonely at the top..
some of ya’ll need to stop …
you lack they essentials … and only pose potential threats to my cock…
the definition of what’s hot …A M A ..
I eat ya food like you make my plate …
Stay in ya place …
Bear foot and pregnant …
Floozies don’t move me …
But get they feelings smashed on this world wide internet …
Where’s ya money I’m the best bet
I school the noodles on the word respect …
You better know …
I’m love that never gets shown ..
I freak female mcees in white tee’s
Uh I think you like me …
I got mean mic lean …
And flo that make ya mofokka’s eye’s turn green
Fuck it ……………… ya’ll know what I’m about
Ayo I freak ‘em with a shakeet physic
And spit dope more than the streets of B
Bee I’m more of and mcee
Than half these wantabees
Cause most of these okp’s only e~qual half of me …
I got a flo …that spit’s A thru Z
Back to I
I’m N rare form rhyming
Jewelers I post diamonds …
Zin spit it for coal miners …
In critical condition
induce commas, like carbon monoxide and leave brains damaged …
I split fitted’s (god damnn!!)
I came equipped with that shidd~it
That fuck up ya nose …and make you choke like ya first weed hidd~it
These nukka should forget it
Matter of fact …they mother should swallowed
Or hit the sheets wit it…
Z (eye) no C~men
Nukka I’m so sik skeetin …
Zin’s the passé clever whateva fella
I spit that underground …from the wine celler
Betta wit time …
I mic shows I’m betta wit ryhme’s …
Half these nukka shoulda shut up …and took a profession as mimes…
Who’s mic blessing sessions betta than mines ..
I think not
I got a message code 911 …they paging hott …
The generic nukka brought they steeze form save a lot …
And these dog nukkas that brought they flees … rabies shots …
Across the middle … hit they steeze like Ronnie Lott
Usher these R&B …from shoes and socks …
I’m fully backed … dow jones Alstoctt’d …
I play fav’s
And pirate playa’s posts like tampa bay’s
I say say say …
Nukka I spit it back
in black and white like Paul Mc ..and MJ
I reveal at the revelation of revolutions
Emancipation and proclaiming the procurement of my constitution …
Cleared by my continuants
To make amendments …to thoughts on who the best is …
I’m on that next shiii…
You getting the best fix …
I’m what a junkies lunch money get’s …
You flo fa kids …
I’m baseball cards trading in …
I’m pawn shop copped
Rings and bracelets …”bejeweled” just face it…
Old school’s replacement …
I spit that krs, rakim, kid caprie, k slay shii ...
I’m what’s to come revelations …
Wit Skills so elevated …
Zin’s the name of the next space ship …
Hiesman … or Nesmith …
Stiff armming nukkas with creative flava’s
I play the best part … like a chest job
Cupid stupid with rhymes …my lyrical’s punch breasts and pierce hearts …
I flo mo fa the mic scars …
And leave autha nukkas lucky
That this mic shit ain’t my day job …
This nukka flo homo …like the G~unit mobb …
How you gonna be a prodigy …
When ya short arm reaching fa god …
Nah …
I mow the lawn …expose the fakes
and snakes
I bounce on banks …and harlem shake…
At the Apollo …
I’m that hard act to follow …
You just an amateur flo …
Wit a damaged ego …
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