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Nose Bleed -G Plattinum

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Nov 26, 2013 | 4:59 AM EST
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4.7 MB
2 min 43 sec
Score
4.56 / 5.00

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Rated 4.56 / 5 stars
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291 Plays | 6 Downloads
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Genres:
Hip Hop, Rap, R&B - Hip Hop - Modern
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Author Comments

I'm not a professional. I've said some dumb things haha. But I have fun with it. I write well... But my environment and equipment sucks. I realize my transitions are rough, and my tone is flip floppy. More or less, Comment on the lyrics... The beat is not mine, Its Jumper's.
http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/424777
And I could care less what you think. Its up to me to listen. Thank YOU for listening.
~Lyrics~
Call me nose bleed always running
Hate dazed and fueled by cunning
I rhyme for days - got iron lung in me
But the meaning is what truly fuels me.
Have you heard someone lay their shit
And you start vibing, get stuck with it
Verses so powerful it consumes you bit by bit - Well I made one cause its got
you thunderstruck, completely fucked, eyes deceiving you cause your thunder
stuck under my flow, an endless sea of toss and throw...

Chemically imbalanced improperly aligned, I'm meanest chord ringer that you ever
undermined...
let's talk math, chords are the shortest path, so you take them, and you cosine
two of the points, you get a parallel connected by joints, even drug dealers
understand, I'm the ruler of this paper land, call me taco supremo burrito cause
I'm all wrapped up in my self, cheesier than cheetos, blowing up the game with
line torpedoes, you feel calm? That's only a placebo, I leave your insides
hollow, and your ears keep licking, taste buds flicking from my beat clock
ticking, the emotions you feel are what makes us kings, if I put my heart in it
then it's a dangerous thing, its filled with acid, and a venomous sting, what
the fuck you expect from me, a prodigy, practicing chaos and fluent in sodomy, I
kill the things that mean dear to me, I spray diesel on my family tree, I grew
up used to backs, not faces, not looking in the eyes but the shoe laces,
not in first but still in races, struggling to find my own paces, how can I
when home is so many places? When skin color matters, when there's only one
race? When heritage is blurred and can't be traced, go back to the origins, make
haste, because every minute counts don't let it waste, spent all my time trying
to make a difference but people use a deterrent for our indifference---s ,
feeling guilty from sheer inference--s, I'm done with this shit, you can do as
you see fit, trying to comprehend, but I keep getting hit, by the 3rd punch I'm
lit, and you're illiterate, imma keep making a living, keep smoking your
cigarette.

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