Kaen Shine's Shit
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Kaen Shine
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- Posts: 4274
- Joined: Thu Mar 30, 2006 12:58 pm
- Location: in your crib, deboed all yo bling
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there ya go
yo its another track I ganked off of the internet and spit on
and somewhere in jamaica alborosie goes "ay thats my song!"
I got to get online against the new world disorder
I been jackin for some beats cos I was bored of that
corny sorta rapper thatll board the wack train cos he cant afford a hit
I know you boppin to the freestyle, yea I love the beat too
but dude its just a vehicle for me to bring the heat
so mcs can almost physically experience defeat
that shit you hearin is the brilliance, I'm it rudebwoi
Im bringin it slow then changin the flow, so just admit
I couldve been the motherfucker makin money off this shit
Instead Im chattin pon de riddim till the rastafari movement throw a fit
I bring the kinda flow that ease the tidal wave inside ya
And I aint even fuckin wit no ganja
Never tripped, kept real, and poppin no pill
Bring in it back to the monotone like this was Mass Appeal
They comina get me, I mean no surprise
Got stamina, flow, and I man a rock and roll type gangsta
And Im on da rise, and Im wickeder than the rest, I kicks
And lick shots at you faggot ass Kanye West type trics
The transformation - its that Kaen Shine shit
Like dark clouds formin over this sunshine ass beat
I retrofy it like a b-boy stance - come again
Reggae night, now lets dance
I never been to Kingston Town
I'll probably never see Kingston Town
Me a' gon drop it like a dime and a diamond
Music that I listen to usually got sirens
Mista Alborosie come in and say "oi"
I had to have a rasta to be credible, rudebwoi
But then I switch it up again so feel the drama
Its like Obama puttin 20 g'z on the head of Dalai Lama
Bring the bad karma, drop it in the street
And this is the bar that you're most likely to memorize, cos it has no beat
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LE am pus Head Up si pe imeem.
yo its another track I ganked off of the internet and spit on
and somewhere in jamaica alborosie goes "ay thats my song!"
I got to get online against the new world disorder
I been jackin for some beats cos I was bored of that
corny sorta rapper thatll board the wack train cos he cant afford a hit
I know you boppin to the freestyle, yea I love the beat too
but dude its just a vehicle for me to bring the heat
so mcs can almost physically experience defeat
that shit you hearin is the brilliance, I'm it rudebwoi
Im bringin it slow then changin the flow, so just admit
I couldve been the motherfucker makin money off this shit
Instead Im chattin pon de riddim till the rastafari movement throw a fit
I bring the kinda flow that ease the tidal wave inside ya
And I aint even fuckin wit no ganja
Never tripped, kept real, and poppin no pill
Bring in it back to the monotone like this was Mass Appeal
They comina get me, I mean no surprise
Got stamina, flow, and I man a rock and roll type gangsta
And Im on da rise, and Im wickeder than the rest, I kicks
And lick shots at you faggot ass Kanye West type trics
The transformation - its that Kaen Shine shit
Like dark clouds formin over this sunshine ass beat
I retrofy it like a b-boy stance - come again
Reggae night, now lets dance
I never been to Kingston Town
I'll probably never see Kingston Town
Me a' gon drop it like a dime and a diamond
Music that I listen to usually got sirens
Mista Alborosie come in and say "oi"
I had to have a rasta to be credible, rudebwoi
But then I switch it up again so feel the drama
Its like Obama puttin 20 g'z on the head of Dalai Lama
Bring the bad karma, drop it in the street
And this is the bar that you're most likely to memorize, cos it has no beat
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LE am pus Head Up si pe imeem.
See this rap thing is all about the the bragadoccio
I check my rearview, emcees ain't gettin closer
I check my rearview, emcees ain't gettin closer
