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Lyrics
Sean One verse:
Ha Ha
Nevertheless,
Never settle for less.
If I did that,
There'd be nothing left.
I'm sending death threats.
I'd rather be deaf and stay fresh.
First Words & PIMP-T,
Three verses that make mesh.
You can't contest.
Throw your hands up and protest.
My raps are never flat.
Like a female with no breasts.
I think I know best.
Cause Sean's the one that writes them.
And I don't give a fuck if I'm the only one that likes them.
Memorize and recite them.
Terrorize for excitement.
Duplicate anything
As long as it's considered righteous.
I might just be...
Quick to react.
Can you please provide a definition of the word abstract?
Nope.
Half wacked, half rapper.
Killing everything except the laughter.
No happily ever after.
Cause I'm gonna kill ya dead.
Above verse:
It's the expressions of a rhyme renegade
who swings a sharper blade.
Leavin onto listen to filet, sautĪ¹ed and flambĪ¹
Fire what you burn is self-made.
Had a good hand at life,
But sad to say that hand was badly played.
In the midst of a fight, but never really fought.
Never came to the realization that some people can't be bought.
Time will tell if I'll be blessed with that distinction.
Only men of that caliber become a thing of fiction.
So far, the course I steered is clear.
I understand my man, why be something I'm not
When what I am is so grand.
Sporting inexpensive clothes and no production budget
Still looking sound tight, so I figure fuck it.
Get highly technical
Approach multi-directional.
Overall an intellectual who's unconventional.
And if I charge,
you escape and getting trampled.
It's like me rockin over a pleated sample.
PIMP-T verse:
It's Sean One and Above
flowing freer than a dove
known together as First Words
bombin heavier than the serbs
cause their word play
be leavin you in dismay.
Now, I can cleanly say
that a g-funk day
is weak
and incomplete
without annie may.
heh heh..
i'm canadian eh.
Do you sense the dialect
of this NB Connect.
dialup's falling by the wayside
just can't match
the speedy dispatch
of the vibe
faster when packets don't collide
like molecules when I spit this rhyme
this rhyme.
it's important to me
that I rep freddy B
rather professionally
Not wanting at all to be
the butt of all jokes
I respect all the folks
almost immediately
cause you see,
if you don't give a first chance,
you might not get a second glance.
and that can make a difference
in this music industry.
cause climbin the tree
is done with difficulty
And that's why I go by the name of PIMP-T
Chorus 2x:
Ha ha aye yo, aye yo, aye yo.
That's right.
First words, PIMP-T
Bringin' flows that's tight.
We get it on right,
yo we rock it all night.
First words brings the beat.
PIMP-T provides the mic.
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