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Referenz Is A Homo
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LONE HIPHOP RB ARTIST HERE PHARAKHAN COPP THAT ISH
Who is PharaKhan? An lone emcee hailing from Canada, elevating in commercial hiphop and underground urban music How Old is PharaKhan? If you're considering Canada, legal! If in the states, almost there! Are you only just hiphop? Hell no, I'm and R&B artist too, linked up with one of the craziest trackmaster's around, Deuce, he comes up with the beats, r&b/rap/whatever! Are you just and artist? Nope. Graff artist and a bboy as well. Into pretty much all 4 elements of hip hop...oh yeah I also mix around on the tables too. Any last comments? Hell yeah, KEEP A LOOKOUT for me people!! I'm planning to lace all my tracks I've done out on my album featuring some hella dope artists! PEace
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Words: PharaKhan Music: Couple Of Beats From Son
Rights
(Lyrics Only) PharaKhan Records 2002
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April 13, 2002
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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FIRST BEAT You spit sloppy like you got novacaine on your lips Copies of your collab were sold only to YOU and BRUNSWICK I know you'll say I copped my name from minista Khan rite? I'll live it up by postin REFERENCE to your DEATH RITES Recite in front of ya momz so she knows what to do Drop my verse in chatrooms bout how I massacred you Dont you get it son? Scatter when you hear my sirens U fucked now like expecting head from a blind man Violent especially when cats yell out "khan serve em" Ya soft why ya biting from "please hammer dont hurt em" I hope the quarterfinals gimme someone braver Your inspiration's to spit derived from your screensaver! Can you feel shit getting tense, the setting's getting grim Lemme guess, for our battle you got your BOY TO SIGN YOU IN? Comprehend what I'ma say cuz no one'll hold your hand Your bet wit ya friend about your loss is the only shit you'll win You got writa'z block you got no vision like sammy Even if you drop you'll lose applaus like Glitter at the Grammy's You're spittin wackness like you're mad at yaself Like anthrax in postal mail son you're scaring yaself See I decimated you the moment that this battle started I'll cut your beat up wit my rhyme n sell it on the black market SECOND BEAT Talked about dicks n ass while you post in our thread I guess you must swing that way, let's talk about that instead This is hiphop ethics illness only why are you here Ya like the north pole, what you get hot maybe like once a year? I'm upper class in rap, you're just the second sector Ya voice so coarse the needle couldn't even read the record Radio cant air your skill, you got none to start wit Here's a tip when you flow son, make sure you stay on rhythm Ya aint hard, it's easy to tell peepz ya pop shotiez Ya turn the sound up in a chatroom then invite peepz to your houseparty Your lyrics are limp like slack jerry curls Ya punchlines are weaker than episodes from golden girls I'm juggling many styles somethin you can neva do I'll give your girl orgasms she'll be bustin more multi's than you I'll speak slower cuz you sound like a russian exchange student Battle in english dawg? You cant even speak fluent Neva the type to get cheers - or let alone the win The only clap's done by your lips when you run in the wind If you think your shit's gravy, I'll say your skill's wrong Couldn't get airplay even if Barney sang your theme song I'm sick of battlin you - you aint up to the T You're useless like condom packs out of vending machines I feel sorry for your ass yet I pay no reverence Next time we meet just call me master for future reference This concludes today's episode of "rip reference a new asshole" See you next time
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