Lyrics:
AdRock don't stop, get on the mic with the tic and the toc
I'll fill you with the fuckin' rim like brim
I'm walking down your block and you say that's
my thing
I'm the M, are, N E-Double S
Come on, ah fly girl, and put me to a test
and I'll rock you, until you give me the rest
I keep on it, until
quit 'til I'm head honcho
I'll be waiting at the track
Need a fuckin' poncho
Let's take it back to my roots
Blue collar workin' in boots
I break my neck
I’m a believer
You ain’t gotta' do no convincing
I know he did it
Wasn’t by myself he was with me
I’m a believer
I used to wanna come up missing
But
BRAINWASH ME
YOU CAN'T FUCKING TOUCH ME
ONE ONE ONE, ISN'T IT FUN
IT ALL COMES BACK TO IT
And then you revealed yourself
So suddenly
Within an instant
Clear
really need a blessing
I'll talk yo bitch out her shoes I'm not even stressing
Nigga you just paid for that pussy why the fuck flexing
Stacking 10 thousand
to the top, 'till the very last drop (yeah)
I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MCs, won't gather 'round my
you (coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position
And destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough
Your whole
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn!
took Mr. Scrooge
to his assistant Bob's house.
Bob?
What are you doing in my house?
What happened?
It's because of our magic.
Other people can't see
pooh-butt
Step to me, the cops are still diggin n****z up
What's up? What's up? What's up? You want to try your luck
You move you weave you bob you got
how to use a gun (nah)
But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come
Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Hip hop
Yeah, yeah
Man, I thought this
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
the streets with your thugs (just let a nigga run with the homies)
I'll be waitin' for you (let me go kick it with my niggas, when I come back)
Until you get
're thinking
You're feelin' like a lucky guy
I was the same way
'Cause she was hard to come by
I was on her so hard
That I almost lost the pussy
Go head,
haters face down on the mat
Splat! Yeah I can make a green nigga mad
Quick, fast, flash like ten cash on his bitch ass
[B.O.B.]
You can tell I'm a G by
, you by, you by, you by, you by
Something to remember
Just in case you're gone too long
And if you ever forget to come back home
Baby, I'll get you
Lord have mercy, please forgive 'em, gone
Young Del God is handsome
Your girl, she's on ransom
She don't wanna come back
Cause you don't make her
touch my body
Who is that? Where you going?
Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then
Blow it out your ass
and neigh break the horse with a tough act
Chewing suss the stuff I spray is colored jet black
Get back the steady stream is venomous villainized
You better
And now it's time for Ukulele Karaoke
With Bob the part of
The show when Bob comes out
& sings an Ukulele Karaoke
Uh, what's going on?
You're doing
on the table and you wont be dead
Then ill engrave without hurting
My own bars displayed in cursive
Place it back inside
So when you come back n try
Dissing
ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat
A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork
Niggas ain't loyal snakes
but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by
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