Story Behind The Song

Invitation to a lyrical challenge

Song Description

This song is about not afraid to put rap skills on the line with anyone. Using Bullfite as a metaphor to let the listener decide which is the Bull and which is the Matador.

Lyrics

Intro: (Reggie Word)
Ladies and gentleman, seniors and senioras
Prepare yourself for the greatest bullfite for the entire ATL,
Introducing el Matador Elagonte? Senior Antman el Jugarnaut (olay)
(Antman, Antman, Antman?)

Chorus:
Say yeah, if ya ready for a bullfite
Da Jugarnaut is in the pit getting real tight
Say yeah, if ya ready for a bullfite
Say yeah, if ya ready, yeah if ya ready

Say yeah, if ya ready for a bullfite
Reggie Word got them tracks comin? real tight
Say yeah, if ya ready for a bullfite
Say bullfite, bullfite

Verse 1:
My thirst is my hunger, my hunger drives me to loose my mind, tainted rhymes for tainted minds, so let?s do it now cuz I ain?t saving nothing for later, cuz I?m gonna hit cha wit everything I got and turn ya every which way but loose so never let it be said I wasn?t potent hit my rhyme flow my mental stamina be?s infinite like a thirty caliber gatlin gun sprayin? down each and everyone, I?ll never run out on my volatile ammo my mic simply amplifies the devastation and demolish I?m charging wild like a bull into the fanged kiss of oblivion, I am the rock on the eternal shore of darkness I told ya I was heartless, I take mic?s and rip ?em apart to start war wit this lyrical expert ready to exert energy.

Chorus:

Verse 2:
My life is spinnin? out of control and even I don?t know where this whirl wind gone take me I?m going crazy, how long can this struggle last cuz it?s too late to turn back cuz Hip-Hop pollutes my bloodstream I close my eyes and imagine a magnificent future but to some the magnatude of the situation is too much for the fragile psysics to outlast the avalanch of knowledge that holds my infrastructure intact but I?m foul and well versed in the ways of a lyrical serial killah lockin? up wit me is like knocking on death?s door a fortress full of terrible awful pain, I spit to maintain cuz in this reality it ain?t for the warm hearted and no force in this

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