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Street Sirens
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rap old school indian desi jabalpur tanay maben
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KMA thats the rapper in making....gon drop big shits that gon make big hits
Well this is a one man band....5 years back I sought to Eminem's songs to get peace in my mind.....i wasn't into music at that time....with Eminem you know that you can relate every problem you go through....the guy's got a solution to all.....so thats when I started writing stuff...for a kid of the age of 14 it was heavy stuff....then a year back I joined Battle Lord's Arena....Grayson and Brian and R and Stan and Noto and Strivia and Whyress and Hrishi and Chad all helped me a lot to polish my rhymes....thats when Strivia told me that I can make songs on my home system...all I need is beats...he told me about Sean Divine, Mister KA and VTZ.....i got the beats and made all the tracks....so thats me!!!
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Hip-Hop • Old School
Charts
Peak #3,736
Peak in subgenre #76
Author
KMA/Sean Divine
Uploaded
October 04, 2007
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:00
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Riding on these streets of music I don’t need to still define Fighting with these haters that lose it I don’t need to prove my shine I walk free in the streets with my nine millimetres I hunt you down and kill like missile with heat seeker I spank you hard like your first grade teacher With every moment of mine I make you feel weaker Like a thug with no money I kill you for nothing I don’t need you for a thing and I ain’t bluffing Too thin for my rhymes homie, you need a stuffing Like a deck of cards I get haters and kill em by shuffling these shits on the run always feel like fun you don't even feel the pain when my shot is done you don't even see the bullet that's shot from the gun you stand in the way of the clips as a dumb be in the way of mine its worse than the said shit you fuck with me and your worse is my Carb clips so do it homie and then your family gets the fits of tears, anger and blood cause you're the one they miss you apologize to me but i don't give a fuck so you cross my way and homie you are in a fuckin row analyze this, this is what you reap what you sow i'll make your life hell to even intake the dough inhale and exhale cause maybe your breath is counted you lay in your grave but ain't no shit is haunted you think i'm fake nigga but i'll give you some like a dawg on the street you got wounds to succumb I’m just young and I’m black but born to the show I die for the show and people die for some more When they feel the shit they decide to roar They don’t know exactly what I’ve got in store They can’t imagine the heat inside my core I take the crime in my hands but kick the law You can show me all your might or whatever you are I’ll show you the light so bright from this star
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