"Leaky Beats"  Parental Advisory genre: Rap
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	Check the track name, yo. Leaky Beats. Yup, he sure does. A helluva lot...
	CD: Fuck Parental Advisory   Label: Death Squad Records Credits: Nasty Rhymez and yo' mama's ass, be-yatch.
	Story Behind the Song Ain't no story. Leaky Beats, and i'm telling the world. Here, Nasty Rhymez beats Leaky*, but in a different context. *Names have been changed to avoid total embarrassment for the school boy involved. Lyrics I spit burning curses, leave words flaming on verses Bustin' ya faggot ass leavin' your beats as a carcass Metaphorical physical evolution Somebody called Nasty Rhymez, i'm late for the execution Swords hanging high, swing low lyrical attacks on a blazin' line Fozzit's insane to rhyme, i'm callin' you out And your whole Neighborhood Bad Ass shit, you just a wack child Spittin' some wack shit Crosses, christianity crossed crucifixtion There you have my rap addiction When you fuckin' with Fozzit better keep your hands-in-your-pockets Gay opticians stickin' dick straight in his eye sockets When I spit I annihilate beats to the bars Rawest sickest fuckin' lyrical metaphors You catch me cyhpin' verbs on some Cyrpess Hill shit Inhalin' exhalin' on some real words shit Grab Pictionary transform it into a dictionary I leave more bodies dead than a cemetary Lyrical midas, my rap flows hits the tighest All y'all might get - ripped by the hypest When I rap it's the livest, most unbelievable No definition for my rhymes, when I spit, you can keep 'em all Sounds rippin' out my mouth with the force of a hurricane As I switch lanes, overtake you double the brain strain Tidals waves splash the microphone cord Vocals sound like you bored, I battle charge straight through all a y'all I walk water when it comes down to the dark hour Your whole crew get devoured, you soft like you spittin flowers Straight from the dome is the pure rhymes I spit You compose joints while you sat on the fucking toilet Askin for a jihad, lyrical bombs get blasted Crews get smashed and you get your head battered I chew bullets and spit 'em - point blank range Watch as they travel six hundred feet per second toward your brain Tell me now 'WHO'S THE TIGHTEST?' I bet you never heard shit like this Even when you went to concert to go see Canibus

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