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Beautiful Destruction
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Kool G Rap & Vinnie Paz, Beat made by me.
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Having the fewest wants, I am nearest to the gods.
"I feel guilty when people say I'm the greatest on the scene. What's good or bad doesn't matter to me; what does matter is feeling and not feeling. If only people would take more of a true view and think in terms of feelings. Your name doesn't mean a damn, it's your talents and feelings that matter. You've got to know much more than just the technicalities of notes; you've got to know what goes between the notes." -Jimi Hendrix
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Beats • Beats General
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Peak #9,479
Peak in subgenre #2,906
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Drunken Jesus Presents:
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2006/2007 drunken jesus productions
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January 03, 2007
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:43
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[Kool G Rap] You know the Don's armed wit sixteen And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish She only lick dick status to get cabbage Dick get lathered to the thick baptist Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance It's drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight) And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga) This where the buck stops, fuck props Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot? Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block? Still real, bustin' the glock Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now? [Vinnie Paz] Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do you should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around and if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is I'm from a time where every song was righteous Before rap was just a swarm of white kids And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the pawns and sheisters I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless What!!! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!!!
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