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when i spit... spread
Hip-Hop/Rap
when i spit... spread was released on July 11, 2025 by Muddy South Entertainment as a part of the album Terrah Book of Life
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Release DateJuly 11, 2025
LabelMuddy South Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard Demond Broussard
Richard Demond Broussard
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Demond Broussard
Richard Demond Broussard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. "Leatherface" Mackey
R. "Leatherface" Mackey
Co-Producer
S. "00" Brown
S. "00" Brown
Co-Producer

Lyrics

When I spit spread ****, better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread ****, better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread ****, better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread ****, better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread, put the kids in the bed
Broadcasting live from the streets were **** get dead
Closed caption do it for the hearing impaired
The dead bob their head when my lyrics get read
No rappin' fuck with me dawg come on please
How many MCs you know flip with Dr. Degree
Won't believe if your tall but she short on her knees
Fuck with Cena walkin' all stuck dick in her jaw
No flour or grease, heat shit flippin' it raw
Memphis mask murder music maintainin' us all
Life is self enough, dawg, killin' us all
Life is struggle, all together, better stand or we fall
Candy painted, rap **** flexin' they flaws
Million dollar videos, but no data to show
Stuck in they throes, your name, what a price for the fame
Broke my right wrist quick, ahead of the game
Cock and I aim, I spit fracture bones in your leg
20 light years from now, my poems will be read
Tribes will be led, much more blow up the shed
Time to resurrect your soul, I take a walk with the dead
Guilt, guillotine, swing, clean off with your head
Play the track back, try to catch the shit that I said
When I spit spread, **** better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread, **** better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread, **** better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread, **** better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
Lightning strikes the thunder, and now you get scared
Philly college root paper, my pencil need lead
Real hip hop, yeah, shit that you dread
Time turns on the tables, rich **** will beg
Warnings of plagues, viruses, watch how they spread
Contaminated water, every nation is slaughtered
Hoping you'll follow the light when I get in the zone
Felt this way all my life, now let it be known
You're hearin' me wrong, South shit holdin' us on
Squeeze your temple like a pimple, bustin' your dome
Black passion, nothin' like lovin' your own
Try to run from the rain and the dead in the storm
Cold world, baby girl, keepin' me warm
Knew the blessing was divine, she helpin' my shine
Domino effect, got her fallin' one at a time
Make your brain bustin' up when I fuck with your mind
Revelation been revealed, just watch for the sign
Most **** walkin' blind, it's the shit that I rhyme
Sad situation, circumstantial victims of crime
When the poverty increase, the way that we dine
Genetic cloning, man put their trust in the signs
Playing with God, expose your mind
Rip from the broad, spit, spread
One shot, hollowed your head
Tomorrow comes the soul, when the eulogy's read
When I spit spread, **** better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread, **** better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread, **** better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
When I spit spread, **** better duck the fuck down
Way the mic move the crowd like I'm lettin' off rounds
Written by: Richard Demond Broussard
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