Lyrics:
as well get ill
I walked in the house, the Big Bad Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said, ";Here's
the personal computer information on rap
Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap
I format the rhymes, step by step
Make em sound def to maintain
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
And to know for sure, I got wreck and rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
(Yo, yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man
Yo, don't do that shit) word up
Yeah baby baby no more
27 février dans les bacs you know
Tu kiffes Fababy? T'es qu'un suceur
Aux platines: DJ Battle
Viens pas nous tester si t'as
that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
Pick anyone of the "who's who's", I got .22s for new crews
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
your eye, then I get ya
Used to be shyer, now I'ma Ruff Ryder
Big niggas play me close, when they used to ride by her
Snatchin' up your figures,
people an lock RIP to all my gs done passed
It was money on the floor had to that lick
Make a hoe neck spin like DJ quick
If yo hoe bad I’ll take yo
counted up seven bands off of eBay
I'm finna go like lil Wayne but no DJ
I'm in the game should be sponsored by EA
I need a casino ain't talking bout CJ
Trapped in the city where fake ones play pretend
He's the kingpin, can't you see his reign won't end?
Caution, Caution, yeah, RIP the fake
Long live him,
gesturing
at the radio like the DJ's can see me
I'm screamin so my windows got steamy
Every song sounds the same, if they're lookin for fame
why do their
your world of stiffness
Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain't got nothin' more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like
And DJ’s play on the air frontin’ there’s depth in the track
But the only depth within that slut would be her cookie in fact
These dudes are beyond wack
this tight
Tell me who flipped the sample
As I'm just chillin' listenin' to Camp Lo
Take a bizarre ride to The Pharcyde
Can't be passin' me by, I got
Productions get
The party cranking
DJ KRS now, with the Shabba Ranking
Taking titles, breaking idols
The lyrics I chat in your
Head are like vitals, so eat it
making me laugh
They tickle me like (ha,ha,ha) it ain't that hard spit raw 16 bars
don't make me have to pull your card rip it apart get'em shocked
and DJ's know how to pound beats
Like kids with flat feet and crap beats walking down backstreets
So much work went into this to line the notes of fact
R.I.P. Guru
Gangstarr 4 life
Goddamn, Premo'!
Long time comin', baby
History in the making
It's goin' down, talk to 'em, Prim'
"Say, this here, Pimp
R.I.P. Guru
GangStarr 4 Life
Goddamn, Primo!
Long time comin', baby
History in the making
It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem
"Say, this here,
formation
Or why I made such a rap creation
That is bound, to be reknowned
Within this city as a funky sound
And to those that try to put me down
My DJ
when I should rip this cat
My man, he don't call me anymore
We don't even kiss
Am I his fool?
What must I do to keep him loving me?
All this love
to deliver
Type gifted, treat the mic right, or I might rip it
Critics dig my style cause I write different, no hype
I just kick it, low lifes, they want
killed by a cop that thought negative
Shot in the back like a victim of Jesse James
Tell them his motherf***ing name!
Phillip Pernell, murdered by
Was this in them trees
These are the things
They held me vision
Seein' more things
Me and DJ Paul
We got the hook off
We gon' stee
We gon' play
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