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some Mc's holdin some serious lyrical weight
wreckin krew is a group of MC's outta toronto, we're 17, jus ryhmin till we make it...the main lyricists are ruff rawks and neutral ethics.
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Peak #3,369
Peak in subgenre #1,838
Author
Ruff Rawks
Uploaded
July 01, 2003
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i put my verse in books and then i'm cursin crooks
by rehearsin hooks in spurts i cook
an MC until it hurts to look
i recite sick raps
despite mishaps and like my chip stacks
my victory increases, MC's i rip to pieces
i'm ill like sick diseases
i can't stand my rotten family
i leave ya hands hot and clammy
i jot notes of hot quotes
that's burnin cats that claim they glock tote
ya kneel when Rawks spoke
so stop folks, i clock joke MC's that went and wrote to me
my flow is free, dont make my .38 vacate my holster B!
when i sprays 8's i toast ya see, hopefully i just knock ya unconscious
beatin Rawks is dumb nonsense
life is fun on cess
i bomb best, ya picked the wrong pest
i promise conquest
i lick my lips and flip my toungue
i'm rippin kids when i spit for fun
i'm quick to hit a nun
ya styles crumby like bits of buns
i'm sippin rum gettin tipsy givin crooked props
i piss you off jus like rookie cops
look ya cocks, bitin from my book it stops
i'm droppin hooks and bars
i roll wit crooks in cars
i'm leavin T. Dot shook like SARS
ya surprised cuz i took it far
past the average MC who else it has to be me
actually my raps ya have to see
ya whack but back to me, i'm droppin facts you see
happily i take my cake and eat it too
ya actin tought but i'm seein through
my songs and scriptures, will hit ya with the force off the richter
i quake, shake and rip ya until ya tap out as a quitter
i'll stick ya, until ya futures lookin bleak
ya weak, i must seek unique techniques to keep my sleek beats sweet for weeks
i'm hooked on street so i don't sleep
my flow is neat kid, so i don't leak it
until the time is right
ya ryhme is like, Singapore, ya don't spit so bring some more
but mine is tight
i never let guys take me out so i guess i'm a dyke
maybe where your from it's fine to bite
but not down in keele
take a visit jus to say you found the real
ya bound to feel, the impact of my sound appeal
time after time ya lovin line after line
my mind has to ryhme
my weed friends need ends
they just runnin on empty, what i meant was MC's tempt me to give direction
but this ain't collection
ya pockets hollow, so why you in the candy section?
ya styles soft like a man who can't erection
i plan disection, on any posiatic crew
i know what to do when it comes to mic claspin
i elevate like aspen
and kick it like a tyke thrashin
me prove this doubt wrong? it might happen
and like polite askin, im sugar coatin this
i won't rap about toastin Cris
i get inside ya head like an open kiss
july 18th, 1986 the true G.O.A.T. exists
im spittin like a guy wit a chokin' lisp
i'm hopin this is enough to intimidate
and eliminate all the men i hate
weapon of choice? a pen is great
i'm a friend of hate
we team up when the beef starts
i try to dismantle weak hearts
i listen to my street smarts
my disses make you awkward like when a priest farts
i'm askin please NARC's go easy on the parks
ya lackin wit so ya raps ain't accurate
i'm leavin stains of facts on the tracks i hit
it's game ya lack, my style immaculate
i'll crack and split ya crew until ya whole sherade is see through
you say that your the best? well me too
so who is? tell the truth kid
my flows spic and span
i took ya sloppy shit and ran
my lines are writ well
cuz i'm bangin like a hit bell
please MC's jus flee cuz when i release steez
i defeat G's wit ease
i'm not a rolemodel so fuck leadership
i need some weed to hit
