Blow
06-27-2008, 07:23 AM
http://www.rapdogs.com/forum/showthread.php?p=516092#post516092
Who's that, I'm the battle rap cat, spastic...
With a spring in my step, like a mattress...
Everyday I become more drastic with practice...
My words burn out my mouth like neoplastic...
Keep it 90's, Ice Cube and cigars, I"m like a flash back...
With a 45 and jeans that hang out the ass crack...
State wide come ride with the visionary...
Shot gun if you grew up with them missionary's...
When you see me, you can tell I'ma roller...
I wear jumpers with sawn-off pellet rips in the shoulder...
And let my mates graff up the front of my house...
My mixtape cover got me covering up the 410 hole in my mouth...
Who else you know ride slow rocking falniles and truth...
Who ran up in the catholic church and took a shit in the booth...
And rap dogs dont want members throwing up affiliation...
But my audio is mixed and flowed by real gang bangers... (haha)
So when you see me riding through the shit spot...
It aint Blow driving, its real hip hop...
So when I throw hot lead throw your bitch car...
Dont get up me, best go sue nas...
So when you see me in my school clothes smoking pot...
It aint my fault, best blame hip hop...
So when you see me screaming cunt up on the mic bitch...
That aint hip hop its just how I mic check
Who you know this wicked and bent?
The Aussie kid with more gun wounds then 50 Cent...
This is real shit, I aint no chaser...
No gangsta, just a real gangster...
Peep the confusing and read true terminology...
The 0.3 comes in parts like an anthology...
No goals, no prophecy...
Just black, red and white, piss, drugs and sodomy...
Shit this is shit for the 100's, from Woodridge to Redfern...
I cant look at these haters cause the inferred burns...
From Cherbourg to Bullyall...
I go the motherfucking hustle on lock down...
I'm moving everything, from grass to lawn...
To ecyz, speed, if you want i can get you kid porn...
And to be 100% real I can bank up to 5 digits...
This Aussie G rap started of the sick shit!
So when you see me riding through the shit spot...
It aint Blow driving, its real hip hop...
So when I throw hot lead throw your bitch car...
Dont get up me, best go sue nas...
So when you see me in my school clothes smoking pot...
It aint my fault, best blame hip hop...
So when you see me screaming cunt up on the mic bitch...
That aint hip hop its just how I mic check
All real shit no fake shit, none!
Coming to audio for sure bro, wait on
Who's that, I'm the battle rap cat, spastic...
With a spring in my step, like a mattress...
Everyday I become more drastic with practice...
My words burn out my mouth like neoplastic...
Keep it 90's, Ice Cube and cigars, I"m like a flash back...
With a 45 and jeans that hang out the ass crack...
State wide come ride with the visionary...
Shot gun if you grew up with them missionary's...
When you see me, you can tell I'ma roller...
I wear jumpers with sawn-off pellet rips in the shoulder...
And let my mates graff up the front of my house...
My mixtape cover got me covering up the 410 hole in my mouth...
Who else you know ride slow rocking falniles and truth...
Who ran up in the catholic church and took a shit in the booth...
And rap dogs dont want members throwing up affiliation...
But my audio is mixed and flowed by real gang bangers... (haha)
So when you see me riding through the shit spot...
It aint Blow driving, its real hip hop...
So when I throw hot lead throw your bitch car...
Dont get up me, best go sue nas...
So when you see me in my school clothes smoking pot...
It aint my fault, best blame hip hop...
So when you see me screaming cunt up on the mic bitch...
That aint hip hop its just how I mic check
Who you know this wicked and bent?
The Aussie kid with more gun wounds then 50 Cent...
This is real shit, I aint no chaser...
No gangsta, just a real gangster...
Peep the confusing and read true terminology...
The 0.3 comes in parts like an anthology...
No goals, no prophecy...
Just black, red and white, piss, drugs and sodomy...
Shit this is shit for the 100's, from Woodridge to Redfern...
I cant look at these haters cause the inferred burns...
From Cherbourg to Bullyall...
I go the motherfucking hustle on lock down...
I'm moving everything, from grass to lawn...
To ecyz, speed, if you want i can get you kid porn...
And to be 100% real I can bank up to 5 digits...
This Aussie G rap started of the sick shit!
So when you see me riding through the shit spot...
It aint Blow driving, its real hip hop...
So when I throw hot lead throw your bitch car...
Dont get up me, best go sue nas...
So when you see me in my school clothes smoking pot...
It aint my fault, best blame hip hop...
So when you see me screaming cunt up on the mic bitch...
That aint hip hop its just how I mic check
All real shit no fake shit, none!
Coming to audio for sure bro, wait on