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BIGGER PICTURE
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You're career was an accident ...
C-Jams! Productions: Phil Cuspard aka P.M.C has been a 20+ year vet of this music shit. not just hip-hop, jazz, soul, funk, neo-soul, and r&b as well. A-Jaxx aka Warren Peace: a seasoned MC/Lyricist/Song Writer/ Battle Rapper. I got my start just battling, doin the battle thing. I did that for the better part of my ongoing career, and I still do. In fact I hooked up with PMC at a local battle when I was straight roastin dudes and he holla'ed at me, and we did some music together, after that we been grindin ever since.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,400
Peak in subgenre #814
Author
LYRICS-AJAXX/MUSIC-PMC
Rights
CJAMS PRODUCTIONS 2006
Uploaded
May 12, 2006
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:16
Story behind the song
man it speaks for it's self
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aiyo my raps'll scrape, lacerate, evacuate ya block ask the majestrate my jabbed erased your and blast your fakin pops let the wratchet spray, detatch ya face, assasinate ya spot i'ma basket case, i'd have to take, the maskin tape to pack you box decapte you faggots when the bastard wave an ox my guns ejaculate a vast array of shots i just related killin yall to sex haha my pistol masturbate alot homie Jaxx'll break you off cleaved in 2, find your lower half in vaccant lots if i'm asked, what i'd have to say to cops is nothin, i aint a fuckin rat that say to cops check the status, i'm elbrate my followings the baddest they callin in to Jaxxon from all the way to Aspen to South Africa, to Manhattan this Mans actions, was commin outta his face now i'ma give em the cocaine cross numb him outta his face let him get a powerful taste of the power, you a coward a fake i only did these records cause i had an hour to waste and i dont know who you pray to... but its ungodly to face this BET Poisened your mind, and you probably a racist i spit rocks and metal you kid rock and pebbles you think you on top of things cause this kid got a settle ment from the state, thats know for playin niggas now he gets in the booth, puts on a banadanna in his home he plays a nigga come on homes i'm your favorite nigga i done spit in ya mans face disrespected his house my niggas done ran in your shit, took some of your settlement ouch ... i got germs of hate on you aint no disinfectin my verse ... so you rap now? welcome to the boat homie i gotta nice blade, it'd love to be welcomed to ya throat homie even his moms is beggin, tellin him "dont homie" i'm sayin dog, you cock suckers dont know me you both fonie i birthed all mcs, so with that in mind you both owe me dont homie try to come at the god cause i'ma puncture your jaw show you where these words is fryin there tryin stare, get ya fuckin eyes sliced with kitchen applience ware like God, everywhere i am there you talkin all this gun shit? you keep ya iron were? the only projects you ever seen was at ya highschool science fare i should listen to the fans, tellin me aaron only him diens fair ... yeh bitch try n dare catch a fuckin bullet, a few uppercuts and a silent stare ... you neva was a killa you neva bust your gun you neva held ya spot down was neva on the run you neva lived thug life you dead in the wrong you never did none of that shit that you said in your song ...
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