Lyrics:
knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don`t know the half
I trip I rip
shit gon' get me paid, yeah
Boss a nigga up, RIP Blade
The people want a party, don't shoot the DJ
He with the other side, we gon' spin the DJ
lyrics are tighter than a hipster's jeans
I got that Malcolm X flow, by any means
Rip any teen i spit chunky bars
How you hang with me, spitting monkey
a outfit
[Chorus: *cut and scratched by the DJ*]
People said his brain was infected by devils (3X)
Infected by, infected by, infected by devils
People said
Max like simay
Bring your ass to the battle, see what happens
Give me a beat to rip on, and Mr.Lif will catch frames like a dip-on
Snapshot when my
slip (yeah)
'Cause mad nigga's throats gettin' slit
By the mister wit the heat ta burn ya til ya blister
You punk bitch, when the funk hit, the tongue
Taken care of by my Queen and
No matter what the weather ️
All we do is stick together
Can't nobody come between
Can't nobody, can't nobody
And, I
Screwston, Tx
Mo City Don
RIP DJ Screw
King Troop, Almighty
(Uh!) Everybody go through hard times
It's not about what you go through but how you
drop yet
Who be fuckin' with these DJ's? That's right I do
He tried to say what's up to Felli Fel and he walked right by you
Ya battle raps are garbage,
the keys to the city like Kendrick Lamar
People talk, and that shit won't stop
RIP DJ Scott La Rock
Ugh, RIP Ricky, this is for you my brotha
There will
Ahh eeee
Aye akore
Oluwadeejaytea is here
Pappy mili
Many issues sub for last year
Same year we lost Imole
Rip mohbad
I thank God I still Dey here
and a match (gas)
DJ Offset 'cause this chopper gon' scratch (set)
Point him out, point him out, show me my match (who?)
He see my chopper, he (huh), gasp
Yeah (yeah, yeah) uh
Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone
(First Eazy, Houston Texas
Then Pac, then Biggie
And now it's Big Pun
Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah)
Another one
Ayo Nick Grant, sometimes you just gotta say "Fuck 'em"
They been hating, so fuck 'em all (DJ Khaled)
You must've told her I'm
(808 Kartel, nigga)
(Yo, Kev)
(Dj Flipp, make the money flip)
Bitch, I'm hella faded, I sip lean on a celebration (celebration)
I just popped
desire
DJs come and go just like the wind
But mine is better than all of them
She's sharper than a razor when it comes to a cut
More lethal than
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said,
"Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you,
low-pitched to high-pitched, every hour we kill a hostage
We judge MC`s by they lyrical fitness
And punish DJ`s for puttin corny stickers on they mixes
Smack
some holes and some muthafuckin rips in me
But I don't give a fuck I just stay strapped
And be a soldier about that shit
When it comes to peelin'
Dziś zajęty trasą koncertową
Droga jeszcze długa
Dalej przed siebie
Nie pierwszy i ostatni raz przychodzi taki czas
Że się odchodzi tylko po to by
the dumb and blind seen here and stated with that
And if you're not gonna hit that, let me rip that
rhythm hit the rhymes, we give 'em, we leave 'em
Then
do it big, I ain't with the small shit man big is how I live
The flow is real heavy like a bitch at that time of the month
Pulling up by myself and you
road running paparazzi trying to hold
Me in frame yell it loud cause by now you already know
The name played my part from the start what I was taught
With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my
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