Lyrics:
keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
[Canibus]
Yo!
Check it, Yo!
I'm
hornets lots
Stung by the Wiccans I expunged my insistence
To give tongue tied a hinted one eyed depiction
Some tried to get it
What's why's and pinches
something to say)
Yeah bring it on bitch
You ain't strong bitch
Thought you'd be around long
Wrong bitch
Got nothing but love
(But when push comes to shove)
be it, that's the way of the emcee's kind
An emcee cries in the low tide vibes
And if you want to take your own life, you've done it right
Yet, still I
knew what you stepped into
When you front on a rapper like hayby too
Everytime I rhyme people love my rap
Its sucker emcee can't deal with that
Just
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
Show love, bro love, only wester
Cut em wide open maggots in the wound fester
Fester, yeah it's a word it's gross
Sweet like nectar
King holding scepter
Thinking how can I apply it to survival?
The un-American idol
Seeing vital signs of the times
I put it in my rhymes
It's the beautiful struggle
I came here
man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav
And I can't seem to get away from it
I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan through the stomach,
forget that
It's been a minute since you've heard a hit LIKE THIS
Can't nobody give it to you quite LIKE THIS
You just another Sucka EMCEE so tell me are
the emcee raps
...Others say their bad but don't buck it
Remember that, I'm constantly comin with reverence
Off the rhyme time like a cocaine addict
I'm not
who wasn’t paying attention while driving cause they hittin
Wit correct pronunciation I hold it down as if my hand was on it
I’m a cold front
up in the early morning
I heard a voice that showed me the things to come
And told me I had a choice
To build it three hundred cubits by fifty
move it’s very vital
Trying to break a cycle, me and your presence is delightful
Tell me goals, love, and life so everyday I can love you right
You
when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I
Beef, but love me some Poultry,
Play my position become Water like the Master, Bruce Lee, Writing on a Loose Leaf these the True Stories of an Emcee
Running game like it's Dortmund, seein' how they post, this ain't forum
Get graced by decorum, 88 chains now I'm soaring
All these women want me is for me
off the mob quick
they gave him forty rands and said don’t spend it all at once
is it all love or hallmarketing like fourteenth of the month
hip-hop
I'm on the totem pole
I'm on fire man now I'm getting hella hoes
Fuck the fake love all you niggas gotta go
I did it by myself, I did it on my own
I was
the street love
Each thug, is now reppin this with deep love
(Skills) Gang Starr duelin again rulin again
Watch as we do it again
Btohers are amused by
our attention
It’s all by they design
Such a vicious cycle
People will do anything
To say they viral
These times are frightful
Prayer is vital
This is
Snatching ya title with homicidal recital
It's vital I leave you idle and thats Final On the vinyl
You gets scratched K.O'ed in the Match when my
a emcee pouring out my soul
All throughout the years, amidst all my fears
Of giving you these classics it becomes so clear
The "u" in my name, yes y'all
when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I
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