Trancelocation
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 31, 2000
- Messages
- 760
Straight off these streets, ruckus, straight off the bills with this dub straight to your grill. Glock40 on the hip, straight up in the mix, hand on my gat, the ghetto is red hot, straight up from this track. Beats to bleed to, beats to speed to, jump around, drop the tracks, drop the beats, show me some feats, always on top of this game, always down in the guttas, got a misson, a plan, a statement for survival.
Sell this shit to propell my shit, to the ranks of mutha fucking Bill Gates, open your gates, let me in, I got something for you to spin, straight dub plates from the heart of Sin, down in these streets, no one knows, what operates my soul what contains my soul. Doin this shit for my family, my friends and to continue the mix, electronic movement straight GHETTO TRICKS!!
[This message has been edited by Trancelocation (edited 31 August 2001).]
Sell this shit to propell my shit, to the ranks of mutha fucking Bill Gates, open your gates, let me in, I got something for you to spin, straight dub plates from the heart of Sin, down in these streets, no one knows, what operates my soul what contains my soul. Doin this shit for my family, my friends and to continue the mix, electronic movement straight GHETTO TRICKS!!
[This message has been edited by Trancelocation (edited 31 August 2001).]
