Lyrics:
a chocolate strawberry
Boys freshly dipped
It's so true
I'm aka saucy fondue
Gear sick when I walk by
You be like ha-chu
Mix Mike I got you
It's on this time
I
know why cause I was
Frivolous but now I’m a saver
I’m a hustler by nature
I can sell bread to a baker
Sell a fence to my next door neighbour
I wanna buy
style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, so my brothers stay mutual
While I'm makin and takin, emcees shakin and flakin
Pre-heat my oven
" because you're curious
Of the rap style, not heard by the usual
You bite you get damaged, but my brothers stay mutual
[parrish smith]
While I'm
press
When the weak emotion of love fails to bring hope
Kneel to your master nigga, invoke the strongest emotion
known to mankind HATE!
Awww, you are
the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of
The doctor of the mix
cnd these reasons I'll tell you why
You see I'm six foot one
cnd I'm tons of fun
cnd I
running lights
Reinvigorated all my fans by droppin' fuckin' twice as much shit
As I did the year before and kept it comin' like
Every single week
press
When the weak emotion of love fails to bring hope
Kneel to your master nigga, invoke the strongest emotion
known to mankind HATE!
Awww, you are
and I mean that there
And I mean that there, and I mean that there yeah-yeah
Not a angel I'm filled with anger, to the industry I'm a danger
They
burring the match
Lighting up the gat
Making shit mix and match with a batch by getting my brick house semi detached
Much like Michael in contrast, I'm
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
of wicked high society
Eating from a tree of good and evil philosophy
Ultra MK LSD supposedly
Officially canceled by Congress in nineteen seventy
Until they
Guess you ain’t ready for H and the J Faith
Metaphors switch like doors of a gas tank
Master prestige so I floor by the past ranks
Said I’m more fucking
No one gave a fuck about his
Jam and it was cast away
And his fuckin name forgotten by a
World that shit on him
Until he was discovered by, a Muslim
quick
I'm sorry 'bout my dawgs, nigga call me Mike Vick
You had your shot and you soiled it
Master plan was in the works and I foiled it
Hit my nigga for
In the greenest flame
Back from the grave, we don't speak his name
Macabre in nature, the whole team's cloaked in danger
Gathered at the cabaret
next door to a food fight
Howdy Danger, much obliged for the beat god
Even though you still eat lard by the Meatwad
Mesquite charred, speakin'
the light
I could paint my heart
You decide the color of dye
I don't wanna lose you
only precious in my life
Prod. EVO MUSIC&Siren
Mix&Master. Slim Dyane
Broken bones and bruised limps, still Im moving in my inner workings searching again, with a true intent, to master the game, so a message can be
Party start when I wake up can't even make it to breakfast
But tell by my eyes I'm baking
Smoke the whole blunt like a mirror on the wall I faced it
the radar and some stars at the bar now
Orderin' shots for the Dead, Gone and Locked down
Mix Master Mike, Uncle Connie Ray and Chi-Town
Salute, Man I wish
commission
Conflicting decision of finishing sentences
Been in the mix just to master the membership
Cannot go back to imprisonment living and
Movin
shaking the Earth's surface
It's LI's triple 6 master wordsmiths the Neighborhood's Finest
Back again with another superb mix
The missions never over for
swoje teksty
Mam swoje flow mix i master weź przekmiń
Że mimo że mam ten shit plus dwie dychy na karku
To jeszcze się nie trzęsie nic
Lecz wiedz że
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