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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,063
Peak in subgenre #574
Author
Rayok
Uploaded
June 27, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:44
Lyrics
Verse 1
Here's a little story about hip hop and me,
I talked to her, she said I was the meanest MC,
I said I disagree, she came at me, with competition,
I came up with a proposition, if it gets to me you win,
Beefing with the creator wasn't a logical move,
Writing lyrics on an exotic cruise, get my mind together,
Writing about a dictator dictating his people forever,
A speech like no other, something to make this bitch suffer,
Fuck it, I'm the definition of hip hop, we just sit and talk,
Sitting inside a treasure chest, picking at the lock,
Little does she understand, things change people,
What she got is money which makes em act different, it's lethal,
A simple kid with a single bid, caught up in the middle,
I don't need violence when the words I speak belittle,
Finished my rhymes and spit it on a mic in a fraction,
Played it on the airwaves, patiently waiting for a reaction.
Chorus x2
Remember the definition of hip hop without a doubt,
Before I take six shots while the clock tick tocks,
Put me on and i'll shine like lip gloss, pissed off,
Cause nothing goes according to plan, it's a loss.
Verse 2
Sitting there in the dark waiting for a sign of response,
Looking inside of myself cause it's the inside that counts,
I heard what I was listening for, the sound of battle and war,
Headed to go see it, I was a champ walking through a door,
Looked in the direction where my destiny was waiting,
Crowd running and jumping in one place like they were escaping,
Ran towards it, I heard that bitches voice getting it ready,
"Get ready for the ultimate battle", no choice but to walk up steady,
Put the mic in my hand, and she held a gun to my head,
Said, "Don't look back or the bullet will disect",
Hip hop turned me into a slave I can't go through with this,
It's a misfit, I gotta pave my own way through this shit,
I did my act, left then came back with a M-16,
My brain flashed, I was addicted like it was nicotine,
Wanted to pull the trigger but also wanted to see it around,
My life's been a hell and you could say I'm living hellbound.
Chorus x2
Verse 3
Shot a couple times, I probably missed on purpose,
Fled just in case, go back to the past, return to the dope biz,
For days I was sitting locked in a room with it on my conscience,
Theorizing my brains decaying, just me and myself talking,
Am I better alone or am I better in phyciatry ward?
You got pieces of wood and I'm blazing with the sharpest sword,
Speaking with code words, examining the blood stains on the curb,
It's hard to see, I loved it but at the same time, it got on my nerves,
I'm out of the profession but still in the professions scope,
I'm trying to get away but keep getting pulled back like rope,
It's like I was fed poison and still looking for the antidote,
I look up tryina peek in at the heavens with a telescope,
Got on my knees put my hands together, prayed forever,
Before I left, I got some paper and wrote down four letters,
If anyone finds it they know not to follow my footsteps,
It said "don't", felt my mind go mentally unstable, and forever I rest.
Chorus x2
