Lyrics:
the microphone
Every posse KNOW we come in the dance
we teach reality-ta-tee an'
reality, reality-ta-ta-tee
We nah deal with sickness and negativity
We
that while rollin in a ride at the same time
Listen to the bassline
By T.C.
And my nigga named Black see
Poem like d-o-p-e
Sayin fresh rhymes for the RBL
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
get more people into the seats
I dream of venues seeing people by the thousands for me
And I'mma grind until I make that shit a reality
And when it
think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In real real life, we roll correctly
A lot of suckers would like
sucka MC
Had a response
You think we care?
I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
And we're real live
We walk
backwards Son ...
Here we go off to contrived Masqueraded world, faux reality Paraded in our face, mash of fakes, Frauds and mind games, why I stay Away.
pain
And pleasure, in every single measure
You miss being kissed by this lyrical treasure
Enjoy it at your leisure, cause it's gonna please ya
Master
Infrared beamers keep ya posse on my penis
Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex
The abyss to this bitch who dis this click
Bliss is hangin'
ace
You're being replaced by a stranger
I injure, and escape like a ninja
You got struck by a fucking revenger
A bullet inserted in your head,
devoured
Check the clock and I've just lost
Another 24 hours
I need a little time to get my head on straight
I'm trapped by anxiety and I need a little
this is reality, the truth we speak
The party ???? pump till we reach our peak
Because boredom is babblish, mere anxiety
Caused by stress through our
Check it out, it's the motherfucking c-o-u
To the p now you're fucking with the real dudes
Who will meet you with a fleet of brothers in the street
stood up for the South Bronx
And every sucker emcee had a response?
You think we care? I know that
They are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In
a rather proud
Brother, originator of the Third Power
Action the posse grows just like a flower
Check it out, here's the scene
The nightclub, you know
rebuilding himself to be righteous and a shark on the scene
Grinding, trying turn my dreams to reality
With the lay of this ink
Street assassins, got ya
You pulled me back to reality
Now we
Falling asleep to your soothing heartbeat
The whole posse, yeah
From large to petite
So now even when times get
If my memory serves me correct
Yes We're required go to get the check
Until I expire Ill never retire
Acquire the bag and no that is no threat
Yes
you resemble George A. Romero character in reality
Bring your big posse
You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace
Get
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