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Soundbombing
My man.. he said.. could he create a soundbomb?. Say that's a good question. . * evidence, I'm bringin it *. * rakka, iri-science, rapid-fire how I transmit *.
Self Defense
This is self defense. x2. This ain't no threat man, ???. This is self defense. Ain't no tough guy talk,. we're just doing what we have to. . [Verse 1 - Iriscience].
Service
See I think a wack rapper needs to catch service. I think a wack DJ needs to be nervous. . Yo my DJ's so nice he don't slice he severs. (Evidence: Bab's, forgive 'em).
Satellite Radio
I'm transmittin' live. I'm transmittin' live. I'm transmittin' live. Do not attempt to adjust your dial. Satellite radio. . Fuck the minors, this here's the major leagues.
Search 4 Bobby Fisher
* hard to find white label, but 2:58 long on napster. . [intro: rakaa iriscience]. Yo.. it's like this man. Every once in a while when motherfuckers pop off at the lip.
Stand Up
[Intro: Ghostface Killah sample (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]. New York City stand up, Staten Island stand up. New York City stand up (don't you bother me, don't you bother me).
Stomp
Sing the song, sing along with me. Sing the song, sing the song with me. . When I'm with you baby, tell me why, tell me so. I ask you to go high, you tell me to go low.
Shimmy Shimmy Ya (extended Version)
Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. . Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy ya. Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Shimmy Shimmy Ya (studio Ton Remix)
Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. . Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy ya. Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Shimmy Shimmy Ya
Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. Oh baby I like it raw. Yeah baby I like it raw. . Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yam shimmy ya. Gimme the mic so I can take it away.
Slow It Down
[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]. We come through throbbin' like thunder storms. Make them feets get wet and funky up in they under arms. I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwin' bombs.
Sandwitches
Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature. Fuck you think I made Odd Future for?. To wear fucking suits and make good decisions?. Fuck that nigga, Wolf Gang.
Samurai
Cadillac gold grills in my mother fuckin' mouth. Cocaine, gold chain rests on my vertebrae. All them niggas that be hatin' better watch what they say.
Soul
[Intro: Hodgy Beats]. Spit game, spit game. Taught him how to spit game. I teach him how to spit game. They digesting, this shit flame. I taught him how to spit game.
Say
Damn, I hate it when it rain. Ever since I came in the game. Some hated on the fame. A lot of niggas done changed. And started actin' strange. Even labels turning they backs.
Superstar
Yo hip-hop, started out in the heart. Uh-huh, yo. Now everybody tryin to chart. Say what? hip-hop, started out in the heart. Yo, now everybody tryin to chart.
So Much Things To Say
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yey. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why. Why, Why, heh. They've got so much things to say right now. They've got so much things to say.
Stand Tall
Say what you say or just sail away. She can't stand me but I miss her face. I feel like drownin' but the tides too low. And now I'm waiting for the undertow.
Selah
Nothing can be done against the truth. No matter how we remain in denial. Wasting time, replacing time with each and every excuse. But that will only work a little while.
Sin City
10 a.m. it's west side bitch. She see the glasses, so obvious. Run from home, after tonight we up out of here. Don't go home 'cause they just ran me up out of there.
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