Lyrics:
Headless gunshots, you lick these,
Trick these, CID with ease
Touch mike mc's, drop like fleas
Player haters get chop like trees,
Come a boy rascal,
Wash my nuts, scratch my ass, what the fuck is up?
Check the cash in the stash
Mc's are fleas, to nine
I make cheese like thieves, nigga please!
Open
é o seu problema
O meu era o rap, mas eu já resolvi:
meu nome é Fish, hoje eu sou um Mc!
Se cuida Big Flea com a sua namorada
Cuidado para não tomar
Scream flea and pea begging on they knees
Legendary don't you challenge me
End career if you dare mention me
Sending shots I'm dropping weak MCs
Barklays, Halifax we stick these
Endless gunshots we lick these
Trick these CID's with ease
Touch mic MC's jump like fleas
Player haters get chopped like
and waxin'
MC's with the fleas in their backs and
Behind their ears and up their butt-cracks and
Keep on 'til you clean up your act and
Stop, hold your
and beat with bats
I got a little somethin' somethin'
For all you cats and all you fleas
And all MC's (all y'all) midnight dark
Cock back the spark it starts
Like fleas, eight million MC's drop to your knees like church mast
Play fast, full mission from the stash
Dirty burners blazin' at night, we got
Trapped in the cockpit at 40,000 feet
The sky is not the limit cuz the weed has super seeds
The disease this mc brings to weak knees
Kills fleas roaches
that needs no censoring
Whatcha sees whatcha get an mc at his best fuck these fleas and these pests
I agree that the rest can't lead or impress me with
ya gonna die
You're goin' straight to the gate in the sky
With all the hate I relate to the crime
One more sucka MC gonna fry
Why try, if ya gonna die
handlin'
Smokin' more reefer than Redman and them damaging MC's
And my name's Rick Gees you endangered species
For what I do I'm about to up the fees
I'm
MC's
And my name's Rick Gees you endangered species
For what I do I'm about to up the fees
I'm paper chase motivated I ain't the one to play with
These
That's why I qualify, as the better MC
I never treat people like they were fleas
But if you think that I got a big head though
EHHHH AHAHHHHHH! Let go
rhymes made
Was overrated, cut off, never reinstated
I be fruitful and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MC's who be starving as hell
I
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
me yawn
And punk stop fronting
You manifest nothing
Nah you ain't no God MC
If I'm a human you just a tiny flea
I feel possessed there must be
and deliv-de-liv-deliver-er-ies
I Tag MC's like Freeze and burn em like the third-degree
Now wouldn't you agree, that the three of us put together
Make it mo' better to make mo'
[Chorus]
[Craig Mack]
Don't sweat me down
This jam needs a fronting MC, leave MC's shaking in the ground
Here come the bumpening sound
Worth more than
Free-styling in a genre I didn't create,
Props to Melle Mel, Chuck D, and all eight
Hundred thousand MC's on whose shoulders I stand.
I'm just a white kid
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
I kick the music so hard
People get injuries
Step to me, be a big stitch mc
Lyrics I chop, kick skills like jacky chan
Many props, loot, gladly
of practice, you thought that you was
On the money so I took you out like taxes!
Now you can flea off, releasin me g, easy be
To keep the great mc
Then I throw
Daddy daddy tell me a story of how you took out that wack mc
No daddy, tell them how you beat down that bootlegger
Daddy daddy tell us a story!
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