was listening to Big Pun in the car today and, felt like writing something inspired by him, dude was a beast
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(Verse 1)
Beware, i gave ya fair warnin, i'm comin with heat
got people runnin thru streets sreamin as i'm hummin on beats
i'm becoming a beast, sounds of thunder drummin to rumble your seats
get to sendin hundreds of tweets, tell em Atone's a Gunman
he summoned Big Pun and he's huntin the weak
so get to jumpin and pumpin ya cleat's
cuz i'm stuntin, you can't stomach cuz i'm comin with somethin so sweet
you can lable me an M.V.P
i'm the V.I.P when it comes to bein a sick emcee
can't stop me when i drop these hot sixteens
i got sick dreams, came to make the streets talk
say my name like i hit the sweet spot
as soon as the beat drops, i got you in deep shock
like "oh my god, Atone got that heat locked"
and homie I warned you, now all people can do is mourn you
I'm born with this skill to kill, yo I put it on you
(Hook)
I gave you fair warning, beware...beware...beware... [2x]
(Verse 2)
Fuck a magazine i'm a rappin fiend ready to attack the scene
don't need internet blogs to help my passion gleam
i'm after dreams to make my tracks crack the seam
these other emcee's rap with schemes and lack the preen
to back their themes that their tracks will scream
So walk with me as i talk with glee and rock with Ease
i get to poppin so watch me drop with steese
can't stop my breeze, you get dropped to your knees
just give up, cop a plea, i'm pure milk, the rest of you is cottage cheese
i can't help the way i flow it's like i got a disease
to spit hotter sixteens than alot of supremes
It's Open season when i 'm on the mic like i wrote a thesis
so take notes as i spit dope cohesive hopeful meanings
and you can quote my peices to haters who hope i'm leavin
but nope, i'm breathin, and my lyrical attacks are a stroke of genius
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
yeah the kid is back so just give me the mic, i don't need hype, i got skill
i will just kill and get ill and spill
somethin real when i spit to hit ya
i get ya spinnin when i rip thru
like a hurricane storm, ah, i warned ya
you get torn up, i'm just doin what i was born to
So for me this is normal, i was sworn to just swarm ya
when i spit it visious so listen and invision
when i'm kickin these visuals like a ritual
to hit ya with somethin to make ya condition critical
my missions habitual, your becoming the reciprical
of somethin original with syllabuls to fit the mold
just call me a criminal the way i slip thru holes
and steal the show, just here me go, as i kick it like a dojo
so for those that don't know, i'm no ordianary joe shmo
the names Atone, and i just let the flow go