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Vote for Steezy at:https://apps.facebook.com/contestshq/contests/310855/voteable_entries/65725449

I need 250 to move on, will return the favor. Help your boy out!

Cincinnati, Ohio's very own: Steezy's Entry to Funk Volume's Don't Funk Up Our Beats Contest- "Hakuna Matata" For booking/collaborations/or inquiries hit up Steezy at SteezyOfficial@live.com


Written, recorded, mixed, and shot by Steezy

Voting starts March 11th-Get at me!

I'd like to thank Funk Volume for this contest. Check em' out at myfunkvolume.com

Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/stylewiteaze

Twitter: https://twitter.com/StyleWitEaze

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Lyrics:

Yo I don't fuck beats up, I hold em' down, tear off their clothes and rape em' bitch
These other rappers try to take my spot, take more dick than pussy lips and pierced clits
So get out of my way and listen to what I'm sayin
If you compared me to Hitler, he'd be on his knees beggin and prayin
If you think I'm goin to far, well I'm just gettin started
Got assassins tellin me I'm bein to cold hearted
But it's okay, I really don't care, like a tear in some jeans I don't wear
Let's play truth or dare, c'mon pussy, you scared?
I dare you to take some bath salt and play me in a game of four square
Run around town with your dick in your hand and start playin with yourself like solitaire
Oh me? Been there, done that a hundred thousand times
But the difference between me and you is that I do it all in my rhymes
Run around the planet committin all these lyrical crimes
If my words were illegal, I'd be considered evil by the people
Shot up with lethal needles and then I'd come back as a sequel
They'd send me to prison, put me in a straight jacket covered in loops
Then I'd break out, take the bars, chew em' up and spit em' back at you

So sit back and relax and let me do what I do best
Put you in the empty seat and turn you into the dummy for my crash test
Molest you with my thoughts, leave your mind infested
And incept you with a virus that's more fucked up than incest
Got the contest in the bag, sittin here with no worries
Hakuna Matata on the beat while these other emcee's tryna hurry
But it's okay, I understand, go ahead and take your time
If you compared your raps to mine, they'd look like nursery rhymes
Yeah look at me, skinny white kid from Cincinnati
You should be happy that all I'm doin is sittin here rappin
Cause I could be at your local school, shooting up little kids
Like that one fucked up kid did in Connecticut
Yo I'm ill minded, I got nothin to lose
Rhymes so complex, they'd leave Einstein confused
So here's my offer, I'll leave it on the table for you to look at
I challenge any mother fucker who can spit to a battle rap
No pens or paper, just thoughts and hatred
Piss me off and I'll staple your nuts to a stack of papers
Was that foreshadowing? Or just an Eminem reference?
Tell me honestly, am I the type of emcee you were expecting?
Haha well I don't give two fucks
I'm here to win the competition, I don't need good luck
2013's my year, I stopped the world from ending back in December
I don't care about money, I wanna give people something they can remember
Like 9/11, Martin Luther King or Alexander the Great
I don't wonder about anything, I already know what's my fate
So buckle up your seatbelt and tag along for the ride
It's your boy Steezy here, spittin these wicked rhymes on the mic