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Take a Number
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Take a Number was released on February 6, 2001 by Galapagos4 as a part of the album Typical Cats
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Release DateFebruary 6, 2001
LabelGalapagos4
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

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Lyrics

Typical Cat explode from the middle of the vortex
Leading the beast on a search for your raw flesh
Beat ya to death, snatch your corpse from out of your coffins
Greeting your flesh with a cleat to the chest
Leave you bleedin' and breathing awkward
See the semen seeping from the pulpit
While I'm screaming, "Aw shit, must've lost it!"
Cinematic even, rhythematic stalking, systematics in-tact
Started collide and collapse adults on tracks attacks
Foot-long scalpels to neck
Be sure to respect 12" cuts from DJ Natural
You're pathetic at best; Synthetic at less
Mic dominance without the numbers 23 on our chest
Intrude on your mentals with instrumentals to gain respect
Sixteen bars of vicious riddles expose those claimin' they came correct
The illest crew created for the purpose of killing you
Disconnect the veins from neck
Nobodies feelin' you, you don't deserve the same respect
Consider what you spit as an application for death
This is the interview; Just a fucking interview
Really there's nothing typical
"Check out the trio"
"Emcees no question"
"It's all about skills"
"So recognize when ya feel it"
"Listen, don't be missing any word I say"
"Recognize when ya feel it"
Riggity, riggity, I roll rhymes and light lines In the resurrection states of mind
Mind and manners, man, a woman in your eyes
Eyes, not the kids across the cause of Klamm A clown to provoke
I'm a pro and my vocals big, know you're on the B-roll, bro
Broke off a little, someththin', someththin', someththin' wanna seize my soul
And now I'm up and running round records, revolve, reel up a needle
So, so, a song, thread a theory through your ear and now you don't know
The feelings of fabric when my health has got to hold
See, I hold the mic tight like it was my birthright
So, stand in the place that you was
Was you not aware that stared so only reap a reward of hailstones?
'Cause listen, you ain't kissin' in enough to make me put up a hand
Hand your ass back to you on a wax bed
A man-planned strategy, me straddling the fence events
Taken, I take your token, I stamp and took a Philly immense
Now I sack, I seek the path less written
Buck you and the cliché you wrote and I'll go get rewritten
"Check out the trio"
"Emcees no question"
"It's all about skills"
"So recognize when ya feel it"
"Listen, don't be missing any word I say"
"Recognize when ya feel it"
Hello kitties, Qwel's flows' witty shitty
Got the city open to boast comatose flows
Fucker, try rhyming right
You ain't half as tight as the last sacrifice-
Cats fight with Lazarus to bring this mic back to life
I'll just pound a Downtown Brown
My stereotypes surround sound
Do I have to try to drown you
Choke unquote overdoses
No one told this kid I know I'm dope
Motherfucker, I was there when I wrote this
With a cold fist grin, I win
Next fake fresh bait to make an example of
Mic checkmate
Fuck winning within the in crowd, crowd, I'm insane
Rapping from Hell's cellar
Deafer than Helen what's her name
Fuck the fame, say no better, hectic mic fetishes
I'm the motherfucking king like Oedipus
Sedatives for pathetic rhetoric leaves ya nauseous
Hecklers, bring your DJs and die of natural causes
"Check out the trio"
"Emcees no question"
"It's all about skills"
"So recognize when ya feel it"
"Listen, don't be missing any word I say"
"Recognize when ya feel it"
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