Ladies first-intro key
Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 2:37 am
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thought i'd introduce myself and drop a lil something from the lady...key straight off the dome....
Watch prit reek havoc with a {massive verse} crack vocals when i {press reverse} wit tha words hittin hard till i {crash ya hearse} but not until i {mash ya first}...
Cuz the girl knock domes with my crew of {fly-and-high-uprisers} tearin through the newbs I {incise with incisors} with the creativity of about {95 McGuyvers}
So let me rock the homes of {the hip hop drones} till ya see me on X fils cuz {this beasts' unknown} illin the boyz cuz ya know this woman is grown straight tuckin heat till my {cover is blown}
but i don't run with steel {like an amputee} my lyrical fuel only spits {F-L-A-M-E} runnin monopolies cuz chances ain't {gotta thang on me} {let it rain on me}
while i continue to {ground shots to torsos} and {sound plots for more foes} cuz an herb gotta hate when i find {my spot on your dome} release this {tension from my home} in the form of ash from a volcanic cone.
Let this fire flicker on till history has passed, let the haters talk till their egos are gassed float from this hell and be free at last,
thought i'd introduce myself and drop a lil something from the lady...key straight off the dome....
Watch prit reek havoc with a {massive verse} crack vocals when i {press reverse} wit tha words hittin hard till i {crash ya hearse} but not until i {mash ya first}...
Cuz the girl knock domes with my crew of {fly-and-high-uprisers} tearin through the newbs I {incise with incisors} with the creativity of about {95 McGuyvers}
So let me rock the homes of {the hip hop drones} till ya see me on X fils cuz {this beasts' unknown} illin the boyz cuz ya know this woman is grown straight tuckin heat till my {cover is blown}
but i don't run with steel {like an amputee} my lyrical fuel only spits {F-L-A-M-E} runnin monopolies cuz chances ain't {gotta thang on me} {let it rain on me}
while i continue to {ground shots to torsos} and {sound plots for more foes} cuz an herb gotta hate when i find {my spot on your dome} release this {tension from my home} in the form of ash from a volcanic cone.
Let this fire flicker on till history has passed, let the haters talk till their egos are gassed float from this hell and be free at last,