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作詞:Rahem Brown, Tyrone Fyffe
You know who the fuck I am So get off that old bullshucks He ain't shit, you ain't shit Your momma ain't shit, daddy ain't shit
If I had it my way, every wack MC would die Friday Makin' Saturday a better day Sunday wouldn't start your week off till Monday One day tunes I wrote yesterday will be tomorrow's scriptures for today
At high noon, Boom Skwad Gods with knowledge Holler at apostles, who squalor in despair Despisin' those who follow Swallowin' pride like St. Ide's while you stare
Take a drink, don't think in a eyeblink I won't start my hijinks And hijack a flight Yeah right, when? Tomorrow night, 'cause off the record with the treble and the bass I chase my lyrics through the rap race
Last place is simply not an option in my case Waste not want not because I front not The Notty keeps his lyrical shotty cocked And locked up at your temple, over instrumentals
It's all in your mind, you No. 2 like the pencil The Boom Skwadron, Godson, who got the Bop Gun The top gun, from the jump like Datsun
I got one, candy-coated rote rhymes skits I shit on when I get on Then flip the scripts like I had Zips on It's on like electrical, my symmetrical Alphabetic keeps my competition ridin' on my testicles
You to the rescue, let me test you Who the best crew, most definite Has to be the Skwad 'cause I'm the President もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com All you misrepresenter with your twelve inches need pinches Wake the fuck up and check out what this is
I can't see nuttin' but victories MC's think they can get to me, then bring it 'Cause once I pass the blunt to my Lieutenant then we in it For the infinite, no play play
The notty headed Newark nigga from NJ and the Sensai Represent fully, playin' bullies out for yappin' Thinkin' you'll be rappin', get tapped and say you scrappin' While I been waitin' hatin' fake MC's that make they bacon with passion Rippin' up they stickers for reaction
Practicin' on rap has-beens, I'm down with the Biz like Backspin Dissin' Mikes like the Jacksons Thick like the lips on that Fugee chick Hard like the dicks in booty flicks Dissin' niggaz like a snooty bitch
I only pop a coochie if it smells Gucci Get the lucci hit it for months and then smoke blunts with the hoochies You know the flavor like blue cheese On how I make crews bleed and school MC's who try to do me
Do me, baby, do me, baby Do me, baby
75% water, H2O, PE, alcohol, oil Dependin' on temperature, what's the hot shit? Rhino, Tame, Boom Skwad, Hidden Descent INI, Reflections, check the Twins
Aight God, recognize what's fake Time to turn platinum to purple chrome Green, purple, yellow, red white chrome
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