DESCRIPTION:
BlitZ' entry to Funk Volume's "Dont Fu[n]k Up Our Beats Contest 6"

*** MAKE SURE YOU LIKE AND VOTE DAILY!!! ***

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Info & Past Entries
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Funk Volumes DFUOB 6 Contest: http://youtu.be/ia8hzjw13XA

DFUOB 5: http://bit.ly/1lsuQdX
DFUOB 4: http://bit.ly/1h8Hk7U

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Social Networks
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FACEBOOK: http://on.fb.me/1ggk9uo
TWITTER: http://bit.ly/1lQE0En
SOUNDCLOUD: http://bit.ly/1i727LJ
INSTAGRAM: http://bit.ly/1ggmPIy

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Credits
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Produced by: DJ HOPPA
Written and Performed by: Nicholas "BlitZ" Lewin
Engineered by: Nicholas "BlitZ" Lewin
Edited by: Nicholas "BlitZ" Lewin
Video shot by; Boys Like Britain

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Lyrics
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Im back up in it now, suckerz better up ya game/
Hope ya brought some opiates to shut me up n numb the pain/
I been this shyt half the time wit no respect, give up the same/
N if I win this, cut the check n dont you dare fukk up the name/

Im up in this thangz, with nothing to gain/
Cuz im only interested in the $, so fukk the fame/
I may seem tame, but really insane/
N the only time that'll ever change is when I marry Jane/

But that isnt in the cards cuz I'll never give up my heart/
N good luck even find in 1 inside of me is awfully dark/
I set a goal to massacre a beat n never miss my mark/
Although I caught a buzz in local streetz, I knew the code from the start/

I dont break it cuz I never fake it.
If I never make it/
To say I'd be a lil disappointed be an understatement/
Cuz I've been too underrated n I dont appreciate it/

N I aint bitching n complaining this is merely ventilating/
Im slightly irate n i aint got the time to chill/
I've exalted that option n now im tryna be king of the hill/
I vaulted over the top n I flopped on top a fukkin deal/

Then used the contract to wipe my ass like I shyt a quarter mil/
Yall fukkin suck n ran outta luck/
When you entered your submission to winnin I had to cut/
In n intervene, get in between yall n add to the shut/

Down of your victory n begin my take over. I've had enough/
N now im gonna take it too far, hop in A new car/
Drive wherever you are hopefully break you in 2 parts/
Drop your body in a part of the state where very few are/

N itz all bcuz most of you just dont know how to do bars/
I have an issue cuz half of what you do isnt very practical?/
N I wont miss you based off the fact that I bring it tactical/
The trophy? Time to pass it to BlitZ cuz if the actual/

Fact is subtract opponents, then I got some basic math to do/
So listen to lyrics of stories I tell/
When I get to feeling a beat I get to feeling myself/
Was ready for a plaque to occupy 1 of my shelves/

Til the quality of the industry had gone to high hell/
N lately I aint inspired by much n my motivation isnt up/
Cuz all these guyz are more like bitches n these bitches actin butch/
Yeah itz funny how they give it up for money in a rush/

N now the radio is beats without the lyrics? What the fukk/
I could do better for the industry who/ if they played my shyt 24/7 yall be into me too/
Instead I gotta heat it up n eat ya like purging in food/
N digest as I dissect yall apart like a surgery tool/

So go head n leap n youll end up back in the creek, for funkin the beat-up/
Up n away cuz my kush aint cheap, n im cheefing enough to sleep n reach a/
Level of dreaming where every human being is no longer breathing n I'm seeing my name on everythng as BlitZ! The main feature/

Got a lil bit of time left/
So im a find breath in my chest/
Enough to send your hope of winning to a kind death/
Itz kinda condescending tryna comprehend how I get/

So dont get offended when attempting to hit bars that I set/
Cuz the bars that I set, create a harder target to hit/
And I target a threat, accept to me yall aren't even that/
Sorry n shyt (for what?) Nothing. Aint sorry for shyt/
Im in this for myself to see what kinda glory I get/