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16 AnD 0 - 1sT CHaP ThE GoD DiSS
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THiS iS A ReSPoNsE To A NlggA NaMeD CHaP ThE GoD.... NlggA THoUgHt He CoULd AcTuALLy BeAt Me... CHeCk THa LyRiCs, THiS SoNg iS BuRNiN HoT AnD I SWiTCh ThA BeAt TWiCe... YoU JuS GOTTA HeAr iT OnE TiMe.. MaYBe EvEn TWiCE!!!!!
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YoUnG CoBrA, A MeMbEr Of ThE GrOuP MaLiCiOuS On BaStArDs aka M.O.B., iS FiNaLLy ReLeAsInG SinGLeS FRoM HiS HiGhLy AnTiCiPaTeD ALbUm, TiTLeD VeNoM, WHiCh WiLL Be
BY iT's A CLuB SoNg To GeT YoU HyPeD FoR ThE ReTuRn... VeRsEs, DeLiVeRy, AnD BeAt ArE aLL StRaiGhT !!!!! PRODUCED AND MIXED BY ME. Whas' happnin it's ThA CoBrA a.k.a. YoUnG CoBrA.. You might know of me from the group MaLiCiOuS On BaStArDs, and in Q1 2004 I'm comin' out with my solo album... Not sure on the name yet. I'm 16, reppin tha East Bay in CaLi, and I been rappin since I was about 12. Right now I'm unsigned... if you produce tracks, got a studio, wanna collab, or got connections with a record label, plz holla at me or have them contact me if you think my shit is tight.. so check out my songs and lyrics (Which are all CoPyRiGhTeD with My MoNeY!), and holla at a nigga wit some comments or any questions, at g4mesp1tta@yahoo.com.
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Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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Peak #1,105
Peak in subgenre #215
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YoUnG CoBrA
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YoUnG CoBrA 2003
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April 30, 2003
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MP3 7.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Response to his previous 2 disses
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I never BITE FROM LINES, I rock ICE THAT BLINDS All you do is REPEAT TRASH… when you RECYCLE LINES My guns loaded with insects, these SLUGS WILL BITE YOUR MIND You’ll got about as much Future as Ms. Cleo’s PSYCHIC LINES My SLIGHTEST RHYMES make PERMANENT MARKS… Your BEST are JUST IN STENCIL I already killed you Chappelle… and this is JUST THE INTRO I’m NOT A HEAVY SMOKER but I ALWAYS SPARK THE HEAT Now that I put you in your casket, it’s bout time to START THE BEAT Your MAD WACK KID, I’ll leave your brain in HALF-FRACTIONS My bullets “TAKE FROM YOUR BODY”, their “MAKIN TRANSACTIONS” I’m “SHOOTIN AT YOUR STOMACH”, and givin your “ABS TRACTION” Your just a “FAG SAGGIN” preparing for “BACK ACTION” You AIN’T READY FOR THE MIC, you SHOULDN’T RAP, PASS IT You’ll get clapped quick, or dodge bullets with “GYMNASTICS” “JUMP JACKIN”, call you “KNUP” because you “PUNK” backwards These shots’ll turn your “PUFFY COAT” into a “PUMPED JACKET” Oh shlt! Like “LIGHTS OUT”, your “EYES CLOSED QUICK” A COLD LICK’LL leave a “PIECE STUCK THROUGH YOUR HAIR”, like your “FRO PICK” This punk… makes me take actions like “LIFT TRUNK” I’ll “SERVE 3 SHOTS TO YOU”, but not the kind to “GET DRUNK” To me this track is like a “MUZZLE”… That I threw on to “SILENCE YA” But you better quick talking ‘fore I screw on the silencer Like “JAMIE KENNEDY’S SHOW”, you’ll be “X’D” man When bullets “RIP THROUGH YOUR TISSUES”, like “OLD KLEENEX BRANDS” And bring your “DAWGS” wit you I’ma put your “HOUNDS TO REST” Shoot bullets “JACKET ZIPPER STYLE”, “UP AND DOWN THEIR CHESTS” I’ll cause DESTRUCTION, leave your town a mess “HAND DOWN THE TEST” and you “FAIL THE CLASS” Rounds rain, hail and blast Shred, rip and leave stains on your vest Apply pain to your chest As you scream in detest It’s known that you can’t hang with the best in the game it’s your destiny I’ll slice with a blade through your flesh and meat It’s my PROFESSION TO HURT YOU Quit talking bout BRICKS… YOU GOT AS MUCH COKE AS A PEPSI COMMERCIAL I got more DOUGH than BREAD FACTORIES Mess with your boss, and you get FIRED at… and you know who the HEADMASTER be I’ll leave your head bloody red plastered G I’ll smash your raps and frees ROB YOU, come back the next day kill you with YOUR GATS AND BEAMS Bullets poke through your shirt Besides the fact the only weapons you got Are SUPER SOKER AND NERF My guns shootin hopin to burst I’ll BURY YOU ALIVE and leave you CHOKING ON DIRT There’s no provoking me jerk, But I’ma keep shootin at you til they open your hearse You cannot EAT or DEVOUR Me the UNDEFEATABLE POWER I see you a COWARD The only time you BEAT is when you JACKIN OFF and SKEET IN YOUR SHOWER You get crossed because your tramp Gave me boss cause I’m the mack Keep actin like JESUS, end up wit a CROSShair on your BACK Think you got MITCHELL AND NESS Cause you get JERSEYS and TOSS EM ON YOUR BACK (Throwback) You ain’t got no real talent, so you SUCK FOR FAME Faggot you HANDLE MORE BALLS than a RUCKER GAME (E.B.C.) Faggot Sucka, dang I keep a gun at my WAIST, and when I PULL IT FROM MY JEANS I’ll shoot you while your asleep… And send a couple of my BULLETS THROUGH YOUR DREAMS It ain’t RAININ NUMBERS when I SOAK YOU WIT NINES Rounds CRACK YOUR SKULL, got em tryin to OPEN YOUR MIND Multiple times, you sound like there’s a FROG IN YOUR THROAT So I’ma shoot at you til you CROAK AND YOU DIE I’ll pop six While you feastin on cock-dicks You’ll never rise, but if you do… I’ll lyrically eat you with chopsticks As I pop and rock chicks in the backseat of the black six Got the HEAT ON MY LAP, it’s a BLACK BEAM AND A STRAP And a CRACK FIEND NAMELY CHAP’LL get NINETEEN TO HIS BACK Like DARIUS WATKINS, I’m never takin no BULL I don’t hesitate when I pull On the trigger break through your skull When I’m aimin the bullets for dislocatin your jaw It’ll leave you hatin and swole With your muscles achin and sore And if you ain’t strapped that mean y
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