"I’m about to spit that Heat that’ll make you believe that Rap aint dead it just fell back From radio and TV, but we’re still packed (TURN IT UP) PACKED WITH THE CRACK TO FIX YOUR FIEGNING WE BUILT RAP FROM THE UNDERGROUND SO WE AINT LEAVING DON’T BELIEVE ME HEATHEN? WE’LL BE THERE AT THE END OF THE WEEK, LIKE A WEEKEND (turn it low Set) Like I was saying, I always speak truthfully I’m broke so I don’t mess around with that jewellery When there’s food in the fridge, I’m living life beautifully Rap is my gift, I hope it blossoms fruitfully (TURN IT UP) BUT OF LATE, TO ME IT SEEMS TO BE TAKING TOO LONG I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN KEEP SPITTING THESE SONGS WITH NO SIGN OF SUCCESS, I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN ACTUALLY HOLD ON BARE WITH ME, THIS MIGHT BE MY LAST SONG! (Turn it low Set) I watch people force themselves into rappin And for some reason, always manage to make it And us who were born for this are left rapping in a corner Being taunted by whack rappers spitting to audiences (TURN IT UP) WELL I’M HERE TO TELL YAL THAT I’VE HAD ENOUGH BEFORE I GO OUT, IT’S GONNA GET ROUGH YOU PAPER-PLATE RAPPERS ARE GONNA GET CUT I FEEL SORRY FOR YAL WHO THINKS THIS IS A BLUFF! (HOOK) I’M GOIN PRAY, BRING IT, HIT ‘EM HARD, AINT GOIN’ LEAVE TIL RAP’S FORMATTED (VERSE) Let me stop describing and show you how I get I see lightweight rappers jabbing out punchlines I’m a heavyweight hitter, mine leave you unconscious I’m peaceful but on the mic, Set is bombing (TURN IT UP) AND I SPEAK MY MIND, YEAH SET IS UNLAWFUL I KILL RAPPERS, DIG ‘EM UP AND JUMP ON THEIR CORPSES I MEANT THAT LAST LINE, YEAH I SAID IT ON PURPOSE I KILL RAPPERS, DIG ‘EM UP AND JUMP ON THEIR CORPSES (Turn it low Set) I’ve been writing to this song ever since I heard it But only put pen to paper this morning It just started flowing out, ink was pouring Busting rhymes like I was a member of FlipMode! (TURN IT UP) AND ON A FLIP-NOTE I HIT FOES RIDING ON MY 70 FOOT FLOW DROWN SHOWS, BASE LOW, HIGH NOISE, HOPEFULLY I GET DOUGH IF YAL STOKED THEN I’M STOKED, SOMEONE BRING ME MY BREADROLLS THAT’S WHAT I LIVE ON! (Turn it low Set) I got a blade in my hand, giving Rap a new hairdo A converse box, Rap needs a new pair of shoes We keep it grounded, too many fly rappers and not enough parachutes—Oh shoot (TURN IT UP) A LOT OF RAPPERS ALWAYS JUMP ON HOT BEATS, BUT BRING NO HEAT HOW YOU CLAIM TO BE THE BEST WHEN YOU DEFINE WEAK I LOVE DURBAN EVEN IF IT DON’T LOVE ME…PEACE (HOOK) " - SoulSet - Touch it www1.datafilehost/d/b34b2f48
Posted on: Mon, 02 Sep 2013 07:31:21 +0000
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