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Blaxuede f Mr. 504

Dey Don`t Kno

254 3 часа назад

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[Blaxuede]Mr. 9 on that ass, 504!Blaxuede...Man these niggas wanna battle Blaxuede,What fuckin` sense that make?Know what I`m sayin`?Best to show some skills or somethin`, on the real or somethin`.Chorus [Blaxuede]:Don`t ever battle Blaxuede, lyrical World Champion,Battle Blaxuede, lyrical World Champion,Don`t Battle Blaxuede, lyrical World Champion,Battle Blaxuede, Battle Blaxuede,Battle Blaxuede, lyrical World Champion,Battle Blaxuede, lyrical World Champion,Don`t Battle Blaxuede, lyrical World Champion,Battle Blaxuede, battle BlaxuedeFirst Verse [Blaxuede]:I bring the ruckus,Wit a clique of raw muthafuckas,You can`t duck us,Or like Hammer you can`t touch us,These sap suckas, they wanna rain like me,See I ain`t Method Man, but no one bring the pain like me,Now instantly I move the crowd like Eric B., and Rakim,Keep my squad Def like Keith Murray and them,I`m burying them,Wack ass, jackass niggas,Them can`t react fast when I blast ass niggas,Boy welcome to the nation of Xuede,Where we kick shit for days like Blade,Can`t nobody be saved,And that`s foreal Wootay,Don`t act Sporty,The Navy and the Army couldn`t hold me,They phony,Not a word from you in seven days like Toni,I make ya surrender, your rhymes tender like Roni,Number one nigga, Blaxuede one and only,It`s lonely at the top, cuz the shit you drop, got nothin` on me,I play emcees like a Sony,PlaystationBreath-taking, and my lyrics can stay Jason,I ain`t fakin`,It was Friday the 13th,I`m so wicked Freddy havin` nightmares on Elm Street,Now he too frightened to go to sleep,I bring the heat,You remind me of the Son of Samson cuz you weak,You can`t defeat, we`ll refuse to lose,I`m bad news cuz I damage all these fools and crews,WHAT??!!ChorusSecond Verse [Blaxuede & Mr. 504][Mr. 504]Is you bout that action?Yes I`m bout that action,Don`t be slackin` I could damage you with my rappin` nigga,Don`t get mad cuz your bitch chose me nigga,Don`t get mad cuz your pocket`s on "E" nigga[Blaxuede]I know these hard rhymes scarin` ya,You started runnin` cuz you know I`m comin` when the black clouds fill the area,Deadly like a twenty missile aircraft carrier,Droppin` them quickly, I`m an emcee buryer,Rainin` on your parade,Cuz I could kick it for many days in many hardcore different ways,Murder emcees in different ways, no specific phrase,Blaxuede, rhymes shine with fatal explicit rays,Better pray for mankind, cuz last time,I unloaded and they exploded just like a landmine,Plus I`m able to kill, niggas at will with the skill,Can`t prevent what`s bout to happen with a shield, on the real,It won`t change until I`m deceased in peace,Even then, my heart and soul still remain in the beats,Can you stop that? Nah Black, I doubt that,Smokin` all these bitches like Nickels and dime sacks,Beware of contact, and flames from combat,If they don`t get stomped, our approach, they fall flat,What`cha sayin` brah?If you ain`t scared, then what`cha prayin` for?Guess you finally figured I`m real, and I ain`t playin`, ha?Chorus

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