Lyrics:
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
to,
On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU,
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows,
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons,
That's when the fiends
the
Mud diggin goes
Get a couple tickets to
The mud boggin show
Mud digger
Get like you
No, get like me
We don't rock in gangsta clothes
We be
some crack?
Than you did three days in a half
And then that fast you came back?
I'm starting to think you don't
Serve your full time in
Jail cause you
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
the matrix, eyes closed, naked
Patron got you wasted, eyes red, hays lit
You locked cause girls tell now you spend days in
The jail cells pacing three by three
take a look at the bodies, they’re covered in blood
Shit this a real shame, let’s burry 'em in the mud
("What did you just say?")
Shoutout to N.W.A., If
stocks and just wash it through land
Need 5 money counters and 3 loyal niggas
It take me too long if I count this by hand
I mailed a 50 I'm hoping it land
bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a long rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage
In this mad man hell he laid
"goddamn
It's I against I"
My name is Aesop Rock
Bulldozer-brand, exhibit-alpha bad Samaritan
I capsize rubber ducks 'n suck the merit in
Governed beneath
Keep my brothers by side, they aint leaving me
And they always hold it down, and they believe in me
We connected by a bond, aint no blood around
drawers down, and the bitch cried
Yea every ounce'a blood is flowin' into the peen
Put the shit up in the cooch, bitch blew out the steam
Jenny gettin'
never knew rock bottom had a basement
Til I woke amongst the jonses wasted
Jobless with no cash
Surrounded by empty blunt wraps
Liquor bottle caps
As they
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I'm
airport
Loaded the other automatic
I don't believe this, I'm like a sitting duck stuck in traffic
I'm gettin' nervous as hell, G
A Lincoln Continental
airport
Loaded the other automatic
I don't believe this, I'm like a sitting duck stuck in traffic
I'm gettin' nervous as hell, G
A Lincoln Continental
the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
built on The Rock
VERSE
Ayo get built on The Rock
I'm skinny in the flesh
But my Spirit man's strong
That's cause God lives within me
Holy
to lights my dreams
Been paid the price, I bleeds
I paid my life now, bling
These blood diamonds cuz it cost his life to rock nice things
They took my nigga,
And even the gringos
Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the forth-coming live future shock
It's five dimensions, six
Haynes
I'm poppin' collars from California to D.C
I'm in the VIP, Louis bottles and Hennessey
I'm putting mileage on 20-inches and 23's
I'm flippin'
Haynes
I'm poppin' collars from California to D.C
I'm in the VIP, Louis bottles and Hennessey
I'm putting mileage on 20-inches and 23's
I'm flippin'
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