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T@X Battles A. Wolf On 94.9
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This was the verse "T@X!" spit against "A. Wolf" on KYLD 94.9 In San Francisco, California.
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SL is more than your cookie cutter Hip Hop act. They consistently bring heat that's battle-oriented, positive, introspective, and smart with a creative vision
Stubborn Lights is a Bay Area Hip Hop group that is ready to explode on the scene with the most refreshing Hip Hop to grace the spot in years. "T@X!" (simply stated as Tax) is the emcee of the crew who struts brash, informative, coastally ambiguous flavor over rugged, neck snapping beats produced by the crew’s man behind the music, Right Engle. Heavily influenced by John Coltrane and other Jazz greats, Right’s beats seem to stem from a place where razor wire and sunbeams coexist in harmony, making each track a definitely unique experience. Backed by the Bay Area’s own DJ Shameless of KZSU fame, Stubborn Lights truly refuse to not shine. With original, introspective, and pensive tracks, they are sure to leave you open and asking for more. Not your cookie cutter Hip Hop crew, SL is not afraid to take a holistic approach to Hip Hop and invites their listeners wholeheartedly into their world where Hip Hop pays homage to all it’s influences all the time. With songs like "Fiction," (featuring Bay Area poetess Akweta Colbert) an almost literal audible breath of fresh air that forces the listener to exhale, and "Mr. Radio Man," a hard edged exposé of the stale, monopolized world of Corporate America's commercial radio, the Lights cover the full spectrum of what's missing in Hip Hop today.
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#4,595 in subgenre Peak #21
Charts
Peak #971
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Stubborn Lights
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Stubborn Lights Media 2003
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May 20, 2005
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MP3 2.4 MB 128 kbps 2:38
Story behind the song
This is the verse "T@X!" spit during a competition held by KYLD 94.9 in San Francisco, California. "T@X!" lost against local champion "A. Wolf"...Or did he? Just playin. Big up to A. Wolf if he's out there.
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Im kicking Wolves so hard I walk around the mic with bunions But you're light in the loafers like Leanord P. from the Garnels of London Just in case you thought that you could battle me I got your math on speed dial To call you up like Grandpa V And attack you verbally You dont want altercations Cuz your words carry no weight Like Wood's False Accusations Im the radar blip You dont ever wanna see pop up Ia€™ll make each day of your life hell Like the 8 by 8 lockup Your words are straight foul Like Hammerin Hank's butt crack Battle me? Your better off taking tazers to the nutsack Cuz Wolves are harmless To beat me Better shoot me When Im done with this Ill switch ya vibe to feminine like Ruthy But not as cutsie Ill bust to leave ya face scarred Im a tell your ass like little White Menace YOUR NOT HARD! So quit acting it I rip and get immaculate Its Tax the (ex)f@ctor And I came to take your championship The fire extinguisher Ya flames just went out Ill point away from my face and spray After I pull the pin out People be like "Whos Wolf?" Years after you've been out My JVs world flows will sell a stadium out I rock for top grade and cultivate nightly I aint Mike Fane So dont expect my flows to come politely "Hello Bay Area!" Now how ya feel Ya flows are similar to Elvis prank calls Not real!! You got heart Wolf? Come on, try to fight me Only way you diss me back after that Is through Gary Spivey The lively one, hold the 510 down With jewels that roll of my tongue like LMNO Last on my agenda Ill expose pretenders You only mention Vanity Cuz you're too a gender bender And thats fine shoot Who am I to discriminate I just wanna catch both y'all two on video tape Cuz she got a ding and you dont gotta ding And thats a crazy thing Like JV out in August without a Summer Fling Or Elvis wife Finally giving back the diamond ring Saying she met a man from Siscily With a gondola thing! And A. Wolf? Howd you get your friggin name Must a read a book by Jack London And thought you were the White Fang Ya lyrics might bang Im gauranteed land mine A. Wolf, I'm sorry you had to lose But that grand's mine! You had your time to shine Fall to true speak I should have beat your ass two times ago You're too weak Before I go, I be like Kool Moe with a Death Blow Attempt to knock me out And break ya hand like I was Destro!
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