Lyrics:
the morning
Repeat by the
All my niggas is riding, yuh
Takes one call and they sliding, yuh
Ain't no Nav, perfect timing, yuh
Need assists, I'm diming, yuh
For
It's a mack attack, coming from way back
My name is Too $hort baby, I don't play that jack
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, and I tell you it's true
Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
game duke my shit is the truth
Microphone phenomenal
Interject with intellect
Don't grab this mic the shit's too hot
I spit game duke my shit is
by faith, yeah
I was staying low
Keeping to myself, then
I got filled up the spirit
now He's living in
Side my body all for free
He ain't paying rent
2 Scoops-
Yeah, my mind get complex like sex
nigga Scoop is on the microphone and I gets wrecked
can I wreck this, from Long Beach to Texas
I be
just blinded by pain
Sometimes I get ideas flashes of how I could've begun
To understand my heritage and where my family came from
When I go east
to flow
Yo, my M.O., making all kind of dough
From the info that Rakim show, ya know?
Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means
To flow, and I go
in my zone
Prone to snap if you offer me a chance
Like it when them chunky hoes can dance, I'll enhance
The microphone when it's in my grip, I do
like Huey
Smoke 'em one-by-one like Lucy's, then we skate like 'ooty
Just because yur rhymes is booty don't mean you "The shit"
Yo my style is universal,
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
Huh,
the wolves my Fangs grow a couple inches
What happened to me
My sense of humor loss misplaced Within the darkness
The fire behind my eyes is hidden by dark
'Oh say can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming'
He's a real cool guy and he's a hero
too busy rulin'
Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin'
Leave'em dazed, dogged, served and droolin'
By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
like my tone
Spend too much damn time on the microphone
Wish it was a microphone
Guess the crowds will never know
I've been blessed either way I never
If they judging by appearances how they treating my color way
I swear ain't no comparison
What a time to be alive better cherish it
Money on my mind
this on the microphone, cause I was never shown
My mother wasn't into b-boyin at the Home
No one out can compete
And not another DJ rocks this type
got me started real quick
I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, never eat pork or
Chicken in a battle yes my brain starts
Don't erase what I did, don't erease the beginning!
You're not ready for this.
Uh-huh. You see, my name is KRS-One G
And um, see, when I be
Ready Set Go...
This is a race I'm running running running fa sho
Rockin the microphone tryna let the people know
Nice and steady till Christ is
the rhyme is dope
I use my microphone wire like a cowboy rope
So I can lasso any rapper that think they can cope
And the microphone is my horror scope
soft.
I was sittin' on the corner just a-wastin' my time
When I realised I was the king of the rhyme.
I got on the microphone and what do you see?
sneak over and fuck your babysitter
No quitter, microphone's my transmitter
Which clocks figures, in return, the track's the gold digger
Huh me? I
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