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Battle Night Volume 8, January 4, 2012
Kris (Juju Beatz) from The Art of Teknique (TaT) vs Jayce (J-Nyce) from WiseGuys
Both did a great job :) This ...
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Battle Night Volume 8, January 4, 2012
Kris (Juju Beatz) from The Art of Teknique (TaT) vs Jayce (J-Nyce) from WiseGuys
Both did a great job :) This was an exhibition battle, no judges, so you be the judge :)
*we do not own the rights to using the music in this video*
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Forgive me for my absence, and inactivity.
One of my favorite tracks of all time -- decided to remake Souls of Mischief - 93 'Til Infinity 's instru...
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Forgive me for my absence, and inactivity.
One of my favorite tracks of all time -- decided to remake Souls of Mischief - 93 'Til Infinity 's instrumental and wrote my own verse to it!
More tracks coming soon, and also the final volume of the "Almost Famous" series.
If you haven't downloaded Almost Famous 2 yet:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=za49wH...
Please don't forget to subscribe and check out my other links! Thank you!
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BIG THANKS TO KEVIN PARK!
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Here's the LYRICS for the needy:
Forgive me for my absence and inactivity,
I had to hide from the enemy, today's music industry.
Taking over the society with their atrocity,
A fracture in the armor of the truth in reality.
Feeding of an emcee's brain,
Today - all the rappers try to claim a brand name,
An era that dresses all identically, sounding the same,
It's foolish to think they're players "Rap" isn't a game.
The damage's insane, the garbage you compose are junk,
You all syncopate your words but without the funk.
Dumb enough to toughen up your lyrics in a song,
Acting rough, and saying you puff weed in plastic bongs.
My generation of emcee's have no skill,
Every sentence speaks empty threats and wanting to kill.
Now they claim they ain't about the money but for real,
I laugh at rappers who still think they'll get a record deal.
Go ahead and propose with your pseudo rap,
Fiction and music takes you where the industry's at.
What chu know about dope flow, and spittin' with facts?
I only take handshakes, away with daps.
This is how I chill from 2012 'til,
Bringing meaning to you from 2012 'til.
This is how I chill from 2012 'til,
I promise to change -- 2012 'til.
So you all better split like light in prisms,
This is the ultimate division since the great schism.
The return of "yes yes yo's" and "mic checks",
"Hip-hop is dead", is now in the past tense.
None of that false facts that you call real,
You cats have the same names and lines you steal,
I spit sick, you can cry cause you ain't ill.
Now y'all can tell me that I is who you feel.
I will be better this year than I was before,
Renew the inventory-- what I carry in store.
Represent my character as a person in bold,
And I vow forever never will my soul ever be sold.
I will uphold the world until my body is numb,
And I'll enclose my words within the sound of the drum.
Behold multiple paths where your life can steer,
No resolution this year, my habits brought me here.
So go ahead and propose with your stupid crap,
Addiction in weed takes you were the institute's at,
What chu know bout death rows and grillin' with racks?
I only take handshakes, and that's a fact.
This is how I chill from 2012 'til,
Sound from the underground stops your world still.
This is how I chill from 2012 'til,
I don't care about a Grammy or even making 20 mill.
This is how I chill from 2012 'til,
This is how I chill from 2012 'til,
This is how I chill from 2012 'til,
And I wont stop from 2012 'til.
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