Throwbacc-On Da Mic

www.zshare.net check my music & lyrics pages at: www.myspace.com/throwbacc7 Verse1: My mind is stressed, compressed, my thoughts, packaged as condensation, Blockin my mind until I move, triggered by my brains, rhythmic song to the wreck and get respect. Assisinate Wackness, ruthless tactics, and throw them off stage, as the Golden Age. Take It Back, for authenticity, as chilln back cuz all yall azz candy rapper iz DIS DAT you FILLIN Space rhymes with Killindont want. ET phone home rapper, yall lacks common sense. I bind you hurrendous and cap with a pill, Bang Bang to your lyrics. Dats how you play builds. Verse2: I am only 14 but my mind Olda (coldasfuk On Da Mic) and a glacial lake boulda. I speak with a different concept, a suspension of radio-kickin facts strictly BACC had thrown. But none-the-less, that means I just have to conquer to bless. I can not do anything cuz im leavin penny-less, Determind words and actions made me stand, because I was too deep, I was told to take a differnt route. Pulled it out, manipulated by everyone, my name is Throbwacc I get a man to date made, are whats up 4 real cuz if ya fake. Karma will hunt ya azz down and break you like a soup plate. You laugh, perhaps, but I promise it's true that I'm on my blue bag, and this is my blood behind, oxygen-less because I feel pain you go through, drowned in pool da (mainstream), but eventually the meek shall atmospheres ... Begin as with radio, yes, we do it...

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