Ruin This Town *feat Galatea/Coup*

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  1. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

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    So many rappers place themselves in the sky,
    Egos aligned with stars, next stop is mile high,
    Dry is the fast lane with no real inspiration in sight,
    The prophet of game just became the jester of shame,
    A fading lame flame of a once powerful name,
    Career down the drain, it's all about money and fame,
    Torched hope is what this pitiful rap game has became.
    I'll never be one of your stars, proudly staying earthly bound,
    Loud when I'm free styling around,
    Hip hop scene is my orbit, rhymes are my rain,
    I'm the mocked Indian who's land you try to claim,
    So much taken away, think it's time I resurrected my name,
    Take it back to the streets, washing your blame off this mic,
    Too relaxed for this hectic life, still happy as a puppy,
    Without a master barking screw the system and your fanbase will love me
    Shooting stars down on their luck,
    You're better off selling your life on e-bay for a quick buck,
    And make profit off it while you still can,
    Cause tomorrow you'll be preplaced by a better rap scam.


    Stars come and fall, we're too distant to keep score
    When one burns out, another is reborn
    Rappers play roulette, clueless then blindfolded
    Ready. Set. Go. Dumbed down by bankrollin' in
    One burns out but yet one is choosen
    Back off a bit, knowing everything is broken



    World to the wise, listen. I'm that rap gospel prophet
    81' dynamo bustin' mouths full of apple bottom logic
    You shoot for the stars, piggy entertainment swine
    Be all you can be, "breaker-breaker programed mime
    One-nine, one-nine y'all never get commissions any time"
    Y'all don't even know, think I'm specially talented
    That's a clumsy word kat's use to be balanced in
    I been at the top, never been a bedroom producer
    I'm Don Giovanni still blowin' coke in your sister
    I been the game, been never bout profits of poor
    I Been on the job since you keystyle on RM forms
    I never fly, I get carried on Illuminati wings
    Blood borne lock jaw, feasting on Illuminati dreams
    I'm comin' down on that venom treble
    Records sold, runnin' embargo on platinum double
    5 pound gold pulled round my Lambo's simple skittle
    I Run your town, rainbow spray against skyline nickles
    I'm outlaw huntin', strong arm pistol in the grip
    Gangsta bones squeezed, inkin' art in spoken spits
    Reveille herd me, trumpet-shock of a pit boss snake
    Rick Ro$$ bleedin' oxygen, heart throb of pop song fake
    I'm put on high, low ridin' shows in his only old Chevy
    You street MCs have feat. only to peddle envy...
    A star dies, another reborn. It floods being dope sick...
    I see hope now in my blood, still there's cockroaches
    test
  2. GaLaTeA

    GaLaTeA Well-Known Member

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    No feedback? =(
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  3. Coup d'état

    Coup d'état Don't believe the hype

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    back feed no ? =)
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  4. GirlGenius

    GirlGenius New Member

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    Tell me that ain't nice.
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  5. Poc*

    Poc* New Member

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    Dope shit.
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  6. GaLaTeA

    GaLaTeA Well-Known Member

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    ^Much appreciated. (=
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