(No Ratings Yet)Baron going in hard on this one. Today’s second featured track from Baron Samedi’s “Ghost Network Vol. 2”. How’s that for fine service? Baron laments the state of the scene in this track and delicately explains what he does to…
BARON SAMEDI
- Fuck an F64, I could spit 64
- And then spit 60 more before you’ve even hit 'record'
- ‘Cause I’m a problem, everybody hit the floor
- Like your friggin’ jaws when you hear me kick the literature
- And you might think this is immature
- But the scene is filled with more dicks than amateur swinger porn
- I’m the puppet master; kill ‘em all
- Whether rich or poor, I couldn’t give a fuck unless you bring it raw
- This is war, this is art, call me sun Tzu
- Wanna be a star; wanna shine, like the sun do
- Cause I’m on fire when I cut loose
- To try and spit as hard as me could leave a motherfucker buck-toothed
- You’d never see me in tight jeans and Ugg boots
- At yo-yos strutting my stuff to some club tune
- I con-fuse these dumb crews with lyrical kung Fu
- Every syllable hitting you like a young Bruce
- - Every line I write is one long 'fuck you'
- - To everyone that ever pissed me off, fuck you
- And did I mention fuck you?
- I bet you love to shove your stuff through the loo wall for other en to suck you
- Everything you front with is untrue
- I know you practise all your thug moves in your mum's front room
- I'ma light the blunt, turn my lungs blue
- And puff fumes that look a lot like the Hiroshima mushroom
- Keep it on the low like the secret service
- I creep in with the flow and emcees look nervous
- Cause this is how the beat gets murdered
- Without even leaving enough for Grissom's team to work with
- Its murkage - return of the Viking
- The quite thin white-skinned version of Tyson
- We never mention the Mayans in my-ends
- But 2012 just might be when your life ends
- - Fine blends calm my rowdy moods
- Cause when I’m mad it’s like they set Jack Bauer loose
- You must be out of your minds, you little cowards you
- Ill lobotomise you; rip your mind out of you
- These little fassys actin like they making power moves
- End up in the HMP cowering in the shower room
- Ill devour you
- Cause like the rough guide to the south-west of France you’re about Toulouse
- This is big baller business; champions’ league
- You couldn’t serve me in your day job at Maccy D's
- I'll flip your lid like a can of beans
- The rap orang-utan, balls hanging, swinging through the canopy
- Burn rappers like I burn calories
- My bars are sweet - and bigger than the Milky Way galaxy
- All I want is my salary,
- A bag of weed and a chick that likes Amélie
- Big up all of my click you’re all fam to me
- anyone that’s feeling my shit - PAUSE - thanks, from me
- and all of these pricks that wanna battle me'll
- never take me out like fifties from a cash machine
- but I’ll take you out like a battery when the acid leaks
- Rah - cause I’m as savage as a rabid beast
- I was doing this when Israel was Galilee
- an' I’ll still be here as you drift away gradually
- some of this whack shit'll embarrass me
- your style is moist like an average day in Aberdeen
- flash-in-the-pan rappers acting mean
- next thing you know you see them on the front of attitude magazine
- - and I know my style is aniseed
- but I snatch the beat; toss a match in the gasoline
- without me the scene is fucked with no Vaseline
- so get the name right bruv, yeah it's Samedi.
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