Volume 10 - 48 Bars Out The Blue lyrics

48 BARZ OUT THE BLUE Written by Imperator January 10, 2016 [Verse 1: Imp] I came to stake my claim cause You'll want erase my name huh Right out the history books so I got to let the whole world know Exclude me from your movies f** you your crew and your groupies I give a f** if your rap like an Uzi Or freestyle cause your bars don't move me I left the block with the rocks, and the pot And the narcs, the cops, shots, for the Good Life It was an open mic on Thursday night Where flows were tight my escape from the hood life A couple of guys a girl or two A poet, a band, a rapper and some bomb health food You couldn't cuss if you cursed goodbye, goodnight Come back next week just don't be rude The crowd grew now every week I'm battling I'm from Harlem is that what had them rattling An accent and n******gs don't like that They bombed first you know I had to strike back They clicked up I also been a soloist I kicked bu*t for those who tried to go at this I put hands on n******gs like ma**euses And pulled up in that 6 double deuces Sound man, security, rapper Beat maker, gambler, scrapper The weed man, I was all of the above Forty acres and mule, still I get no love Okay lets get it in, get it on Loud mouth rappers I'm a make you make a better song Good life reunion these nuts Cause it ain't no reunion if the Imp at on You jacked Chub Rocks style I heard you ain't on crack now That's good cause you my pal But I'll spank you like you my child P Blowed who's this Johnny come lately I made your first damn flyer do you love or you hate me I get abstract love, but the rest real flakey I am what I am, no clone so you ain't make me Bust a nut in the life and the blowed was the baby Daddy's home but the kids went crazy Hid all his footage like his battle with Shady If you cool share the footage of Imp from the 80's Grown men acting like a bunch of ladies Otherwise wrecked my car and still ain't pay me I let that slide now I'm fugazi In 2016 I'm gone damn crazy Bamm!