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Transcribed - Loaded Lux pt. 1

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Published on Sep 16, 2011

https://twitter.com/ForemanErik

This is for all the requests for lyrics on Loaded Lux verses. Apparently people can't understand him, which I sometimes relate with, and can't make out every word.. but I did my best to transcribe the battle.

Drop corrections in the comments if you feel so necessary.


I think every rapper frail
Bitch niggas, run with a union of Gabrielles
Switch hitter, perm in his braids, flashy nails
Fightin...
Most you been around was a carousel, but you like em
Yell... I wanna hear where the hate was
Just remind me why I don't trade hugs with fake thugs, that aint love
You got a business of niggas that take drugs
and why every time you get money you pay stubs, huh?

I bring viewers
Even if they pick you first, say there's no way you losin
Most we'll do is split a verse
I say the longer they stay tuned in
They'll predict the worst... but doesn't Popeye take Brutus?
Well he have to get to the spinach first

Watch me work
Who's buzzin? They're nothin, they're loud flies
I'll swat em out, I'm a slaughterhouse full of cowhide
You put nothin in a box.. but biscuits and hot fries
Your son gon see chicken when he looks in his Pop eyes

I'm enraged...
They brought shade, lemonade, lawn chairs
I'm launch clears, pin grenades, bomb scares
They want a battle.. they thought he took the date down wrong
You're just smart enough to know
"Hey, I fix cars.. I don't break down bombs" and I'm on

Shit's comedy, don't mind me
I'm an Eddy Murphey movie, you'll never roll nigga, I'll play everybody
But he don't know I snap out in rap bouts?
I take a shit the only way he's comin back out
To have doubts is senseless...
Especially if we're bettin
He'll be an outgoin message... centless/sent list

They say them Harlem boys Pretty Boy Floyd with the hand action
Thorough, borrough, bread, but I aint ya man, Hatton
Every bar, he go hard.. my cannon crackin
Now look at cannon CRACKIN
and NY might be, the streets cold
The closest you been to brisk was some fine ICE tea
He know, the lesson's a syllable, try, you'll see
Go home.. look in the mirror.. say
"When it comes to gangsta there's no I-N-G"

Now break that down, look what you do for fans
They told the boy he was a soldier and now he think he's superman
and YOU, finna get your cape stuck in the sky like shoes
He don't wanna straighten up and fly right
The 9 rights and niggas I'm bred with
He think he's ill, I'ma show em he's bedsick
Nah you aint slippin, my nigga.. your leg slipped
Where'n he fuck is you gettin the competition at... Craigslist




He can act like he a threat, cuz he can rap to a cassette
I'll send my skanks to run up in banks.. track a nigga's check
I'll match whoever bet, he can patch in a cadet
He can snatch whoever, they can snap together like barrettes
Bitches
Ya'll all timid
No pokin his frame, look leaky, crack in his tank
Coke in his veins
I bet that nigga broke where he hang
Judgin by his weight... he probably be holdin doors open for change

This is big dog shit, lil nigga, I don't rate with runts
How I do, not in my crew... aint no space for lunch
Jail is full of niggas like you, I don't take in punks
They get interrogated for their error cases... wait a month
Walls closin in on that nigga
Now he pray with monks
He gon run outta space then come out his face like razor bumps

He was only got arrested, racin drunk
They tore the car inside out... never made the gun
It was fear, scared thinkin of years he might play the bunk
Shit... for George Washington, nigga, he was only face'n one
I'ma make your home a grave, for ever thinkin you can hold a stage
With a pirhana when you're synonymous with a float parade
All this means is, we both war machines, but you older grade
Golden Age, one advance and I'ma feel his growin pains
I'ma take his throat and shave it close with his shoulder blades

Oh behave... I grope the cage
Go enraged.. rhyme, and every spine I make line up straight like rollerblades
STAND for Lux
I'm national, TV, name cover fliers
You ever see him in a tube? He's probably rubbin tires
It's always them nothin ass niggas
TROUBLE- find ya
My shit together, rub sticks together
You look like you discovered fire
I'm a rider

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Comments • 144

The Battle Rap Voice Of Reason
Lux is simply from another planet.
Bryant Fluker
No explaining bars, If you don't get It, you don't get It.
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Prince
Its comedy/ eddie Murphy movies u no another role nigga ill play everybody smh 🔥🔥🔥
Tha Mogul
If lux rap like this...He will beat mook...If he do the preaching style he gone loose. ..
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Datdamdude AO
I fix cars I dnt break down bombs!!! Lux is da best period!!!!
Im Wavey
you put nothin in a box except biscuit and hot fries your son gon see chicken when he look in his pop eyes damn
Waris Smith
This is the lux that we need back. Mean
oblacc locc
George washington nicca only facin one smh
Trav
this shit is flawless...damn
Deuce Cannon The God
....Some shit just can't be matched.... This is one of those things!
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