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hip hoppers
yeah this is A-6 codename aggression puttin it down for cast away records from b more
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Story behind the song
final battle determines it.
Lyrics
It might be uninintentional,
ya rap style is conventional,
you ain't an individual,
you sound like the original,
my mouth is like a pistol, launchin lyrical missles to rip thru, ya tissues of skin when i diss you, the score is locked, we snatched a victory apiece but my styles' raw and hot, yours is not,
I know niggas that'll flip and put 8 in ya dome,
and put the heat to ya head like a straightning comb,
battling me, and not comin correct, is like jumping from a bridge wit a bungee cord tied around your neck,
cure,
i'm admonishing, that i'm astonishing, accomplishing more in a minute than you could when 2 dawns set in,
slap the fuck out u, so hard ya last thought of fuckin a broad will straight jump through ya skull,
clown him, stand in front of sam goodie, in a hoodie, and threatin to kill anyone who attempts to bus his album,
where you get off thinkin u can diss-guys,
only time you dis-guys, is when you wearin a disguise,
my verbs burstin, burn a person, and throw you out windows of oppurtunity like eric sermon,
I dissmiss tournaments, spit quick scorchin shit,
and hang you from a tree like a christmas ornament,
battle me, you get aired-right-out,
I'll put 6 keelos in your car and then put your tail light out,
style 2
lacin a bomb, to bar b q ya face and ya palms, cops search for ya body there's no trace of ya arms, i'm parkin a jeep with enough bass in the car, to turn it off and leace the fuckin block shakin tamaar, (tommorrow) threatin ya ass and have cops tracin the call, by the time they find it i'll be in jamaica tamaar, (tommorrow) awaken applause, whenever on stage and i'm sharp, so if you battle me its gaurenteed you takin a loss, i'll argue wit a referee while he is makin a call, jump on field in the playoffs and escape with the ball, makin you stall, burn ya pens papers and all, make you kick a wack freestyle thats labled wit flaws, catch ya pregnant girl leavin out the macy's and mall, and punch her in the fuckin stomach till the baby is gone,
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