Lyrics:
calming sound that makes MC's feel how I feel
You best to chill bitch and eat a booger
Word up or get cut up by the juga
Razor blade sharp RZA
Word shame
Will recognise me when I'm forty
Like Shorty I've been real from day
I see MC's I don't carry on away
So why would they wanna hate
Us when it's 2008?
You
the dopest forever
By kicking lyrics so clever that
No one can do it better (Repeat 5x)
Time is dedicated to say peace to the homeboys
My homie Laylaw, MC
spray
Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young
[Erick Sermon]
Yeah yeah uh huh word up
Yo yo yo,
Yo!
Hey yo this here's procedure rock MC's during my leisure
Time I spend to do em in
a drill, it's a
I am a jealous rap god for sure
Have no other rap gods before me
Kneel to these MC's and they corny
Be on thee alert, I practice
After I
Catacomb culture reaped by the beast
A million MC's with the same personality
Hard to breathe, hard to see
A million MC's with the same personality
Catacomb
be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like a zit
You wanna be
whole perception, perspective
A new design that wreck that misconception
Now, we seeing, eye to eye yet?
Can the MC speak? The suckas stay quiet
again ready to get ill
The beat's not fake, the rhyme's hardcore
My name is M.C. Shan and I'm down by law
There's been this rumor going around
About
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
be murder, and thugs and drugs
But they be on the low, and hardly heard of,
Except if you watch the news.
See,
If there was no Hip Hop in society,
know me
You're just a New Kid on My Jock, tip-seekin' and you're phony
It's my little pony and you cannot get a ride
So when you see me homey, just
a superstar, a superstar
But usually I'm choosing peace or heaven or tax stone
From using celery ranch to moving into a new elegant ranch home
A true MC
hear that over by the bar?)
'Bout to rhyme, one time, one time (can y'all hear that?)
(Tell 'em, jack)
If MC's don't know, if y'all niggas don't
Like land mines, all set to explode
Microphonists, all set to unload
Zone watch, that means watch the zone
I'm in a temple with a million dead MC
and come BACK, won't nobody know it
Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin'
Hangin out the window, like it's "227"
Get 'em up high!
Get 'em up
like a Phoenix
And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic
The imperial material's venerial
Mc's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with
Stop
No
This is Jama Lama Rough Neck MC
I'mma set up on every riddim
Mami, sit down say me
When they all gon make fun
Have the mentality
I'mma
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
while I reveal myself into the industry
By smokin lyrical chokin teacher provokin MC
Clear the way for me, unique, delete the weak
As I defeat the claim
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