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Musical Stampede Lyricsby Looptroop Buy album CD: The Struggle Continues "Chorus Whatever I say over the beat it's a hit cus it's hot./ However I sound better believe that it's hip to the hop./ However you feel all my peops just lick off a shot./ Whatever you do Embee make sure the shit don't stop… It's murder on the dance floor. Call the paramedics!/ Right now, or you won't live to regret it./ Outline the whole crowd in chalk when I spit talk./ Slidin' through all the blood like a crip walk./ Yeah, a lame ass metaphor,/ but say it better or shut the fuck up,/ cus like my man said: It's all about who kicks the lamest shit,/ and gets away with it. Fool./ In this rap I'm all about havin' some fun with it,/ and burn till there's no return like capital punishment./ Promoe - on your FM dial,/ with Looptroop - mother effin' styles./ From Sweden. Bleedin' all over the cut./ Female emcees I spread semen all over your butt,/ male emcees I knock out screamin' over you: What?/ You must be dreamin' thinkin' you can fuck/ with the Promoe - ahead of all heads,/ the Promoe - a dread among bald heads./ With more hair and beard than you bargained for./ Don't f around cus my squad is raw./ It's Looptroop - the click is full proof./ Looptroop - too thick to shoot through./ Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat./ With my heart to the street man I'm hard to defeat./ Without Embee you ain't fuckin' with me./ Without 10 G's you ain't fuckin' with him./ Without him - no hits - you ain't makin' a fuckin' cent,/ so fuckin' with us don't make no motherfuckin' sense motherfucker! Chorus This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long/ and don't know where they belong./ This goes out to all my people who had enough/ of the chains and handcuffs./ (x2) Alright we're smaller than you but we're more than you,/ so we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot yo./ No time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do./ They know my face so run before they catch you too./ You don't want that, trust me, I've been to hell and back/ but if you get caught remember to tell them that/ this music don't back for nobody, retreat for nothin´/ cus it's the pulse of all the people strugglin´/ The lifeline for the hopeless, the eyes of the blind,/ the underworld communication of our time/ so rise and shine, they can't eliminate the messages./ Even if they kill us can't get us cus… Chorus Embee did it again! - Haters no like/ but they gotta bounce to it cus the show´s so tight/ Turn up the volume ´til the beat make the vinyl skip!/ No funny binniz, I repeat, we ain`t signing shit!/ Schlooks stay young and angry, horny, hungry, drunk and high/ sex junkies now.. / But I, don´t want no medecine, want you to let me in/ mamita call him, tell him that you found a better friend!/ Your moms recommend, - You stay away from them!/ But I don´t blame you for kickin it with the champion./ From the dragons den - Waxkabinetten!/ Spit fire at your management and tying up your president./ I represent DVSG´z, cop any previous release,/ and recognize game, we feeding the streets/ that musical stampede, follow my lead,/ put your fist up in the air, and let em know who we be! Chorus "
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