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The Next Big Name
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Shit, where do I start? Been writing for about 12 years now........first verse I ever wrote was a remix of, lmao, Meatloaf's "That's How Rock and Roll Dreams Come True"........shit was hot for real. Started flowin for people an shit, people liked it.....12 years later, I'm still nowhere with it. Ha, nah, I aint tryin to be a star, I just plain love hip-hop. Most my shit is lyrically focused........shit you really have to listen to a few times to really get.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #213
Peak in subgenre #1,238
Author
The Verbalist
Uploaded
May 10, 2007
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:35
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Here we go, let’s step on the corner of life… Who woulda brought it right…put up a fight to bring a night… I’m a gold mine, check out the flow I hold right.. Yo I sold my soul to this hip hop and a golden mic…. My crystal ball has told me what will unfold and… The host of the whole thing is I, in the ring of Bozeman… Know this…don’t come between it and don’t slip.. Don’t insult this…kingdom I bring em and don’t bitch… Ha…..the system is fit to hit it solid and won’t stop.. So I get a click of scholars that holla we on top… But we counter the banter with anti matter they flop… Then we stammer and fly a banner shatter their whole shot.. This is it baby…underestimate me? … From the gutter I’m a flutter and bring this debate clean… It’s the H….mister V… Leave it to me we’ll live indefinitely….come on…. Who‘s the next big name….…..it’s the H-A-T They can see that they aint gutter…but they can’t see me…. With the flow that can hold the game it won’t stop… In control of our goal our aim is on top…. With your repetitive editive know as delicate sedative… Read your subtle intelligence…saw that none could compare to this… Hold up…if you gonna be comin at me rough.. Sho nuff…I’m gon see you eye to eye wit a slow strut…. This is known as the party call….play that song… You wanna flow with the king? I’m here all night long.. You better stop with it….hold that thought…. I’m a killa with the illa flow that Kodak shots… Can’t capture…the catalyst of north coast rapture… At your service with more skills than a master… Hat-trick is the kid with the gold stature… This bomb spit the security gon have ta… Hold the crowd back when I’m on stage.. Bring the vets in the audience the good ol’ days… We should all stay…. peace to the hood all day… Put our mark on the map……from who?…the H-A…. Who‘s the next big name….…..it’s the H-A-T They can see that they aint gutter…but they can’t see me…. With the flow that can hold the game it won’t stop… In control of our goal our aim is on top…. Yo the griddle is hot, and my little riddle is caught In the middle…..belittle god and whether you little or not.. You’re gonna be wrought by devil’s own…sought by what.. Ought to be not in your soul oh….and here we go… When the lights dim I’m outta the gates…. No hesitation dedicate it to the red of your face… Ah….put a stop to the passin of time.. By fashion of rhyme, and kill it with the passion of mine.. Right….there’s a feelin when I’m spittin when I’m rockin crowds.. When I fill em with adrenaline and knock em out… Mister sinister is in em and they talking loud… Mock me how?….I’m a villain when I’m walkin now… Don’t got time for negativity…I’d rather deliver the … Right method for mic relativity…. This writin ability…I hold is a admittedly psycho… I’m hitting like nine fold of your hype though…
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