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| Phenom | Kingz | Dabatos | TonySelf | Tha Q | Half Breed | Tito | 7th End | RV Radio  |
07-25-04, 01:07 AM
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Banned: Cheating
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they shootin (collab)
IP:
THEY SHOOTIN!...Ahh made you look You a slave to MTV among others Young brothers, sisters, grandmothers Mothers, fathers n all, Lemme spit, this shit got me bothered y'all! (repeat) They shootin...And you out sellin ya soul, Til ya 90 years old, and ya melon explodes, OH! TV got a hold on our lives and thoughts, shit It's to a point where u can';t even try n stop it And these fly Hip Hop kids get pushed aside Got our minds ina vice, brain's mushed inside Pride dies, original thought jus can't be found I can't be proud of that system, can't be down With it, they on my screen distortin the mission Bacon's takin force an, force 'em ta listen Don't mistake me, it's important ta listen But all I see is rented bling with a fake glisten, Trust dude, that's jus apple juice, fake pissin They ain't real thugs, kid that's a fake prison An yanno that rape isn't real like Kobe's Fake brew n a fake crew, no real life homies Believe, this talk's real like OG's...REAL TALK! They shootin!...And we're still watchin Tha news only show us people who kill often Cuz that's what fatten they pockets - the most! Execs got kids who all goin ta college - they boast! An I'm on the streets spittin knowledge - they need! While parents thinkin what ta call it - they seed! Does it matter? When he grow up ta spit rhymes They'll say was it fatter? Yea, but this life Of fame wasn't made for that face, or that figure I'm white, so they look at me before that nigga No disrespect meant, but ya know it's truth Ya know we ruled by that little glowin tube Whether it be a plasma, or a bunny eared It's all about money here, Wicked hes here Ta kick it straight at cha, and aim at the TV screen, the system, n all these fake actors It lacks us, real people, real shit, n, situations SO, Fuck a TV, what's realer than the shit u facin? THEY SHOOTIN..........don't look......... ^^^^wicked one's verse
they shootin at me and wicked one oh made you look yall cant understand tha complexity in tha rhymes so we added a hook cause we gonna keep it real until you either die or collapse tha sublimenal words shock ya heart to life call us rappin's elapse see tha difference is we bustin shell's u only droppin these CAPS we make u think lyricly till your brain starts to overload and explode and tha only evidence to your body is hardly alive in tha road call us tha dynamic duo for this rapidly spreadin lyrical infection cuting ya'll out like we was performing a rap c-section it feel's good doesnt it like a cool summers breeze mist but like JAY we'll see what happens to rap when we no longer exist |
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