Sam Peckerwood

from Tales From The Mix Tape vol.2 by Kabal

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"Sam Peckerwood"
I did this track as an entry for:
R.A. the Rugged Man's
Definition of a Rap Flow contest
Contains samples from:
R.A. the Rugged Man's "Sam Peckinpah"
Music originally composed by: C-Lance
Remixed & produced by: Kabal

lyrics

Yo... It's time to murder, all these kids you never ever heard of,
Think you got prime cuts, but you're low grade hamburger/
I be the purger of the wack MC'S,
because your tracks diseased, So I attacks with ease/
You couldn't rap like these, cus back in 1983'
I was breakin beat street & pop-locking concrete/
Word grappling at 14, and scratching on technics,
& Graffing the dark streets & mastering hard beats/
& Crafting my artistry, embracing the elements,
Never bring negligence, to these hip hop testaments/
I'll drop bombs until I'm old and Grey and boring,
Cus "Legends Never Die" they just get tired of the touring/ (but)
I ain't as vain as the masses, claiming legendary status,
But I was battling cats while you was hanging on the playground apparatus/
Now Let me show you who's the baddest,
On the sabbath my savage calloused tongue will wet you like a baptist/
Decapitate with one quick swift delivery,
I'll send your dome to your girl back home because I'm all about the chivalry/
And the vivid dark imagery,
Abysmal as the industry's dismal ill history/
I've witnessed since inception, in the decadence as kept,
One of the first white boys wrecking toys before the precedence was set/
In 89' while I was hawking gold chains,
& Punching lines like I was Mike Tyson boxing cocaine/
I'm a vet of the game, even though nobody knows my name,
Lyrics keep flowing and flowing and flowing just the same/
Making drum tracks before you back stroked in your daddy's nut sack,
The best part of your act ran down your mamas ass crack/
And that's the cold hard facts,
I hate to break it to you, but this old hearts black/
You rolled the dice on the mic but yo you're nothing but a crap show,
So you sit and study "Definition Of A Rap Flow"/
The video, the audio, and you still don't know,
How to bless a mic with the Midas touch and turn it to gold/
(Just like the pros)