Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
like that
You gots to chill
I got pounds and pounds of peas, you know
I'm not Large Professor but I'm an extra pro
Punks jump up to punk rock'n'roll
you tell me what you play
So, you wanna be a rock 'n' roll star
Just listen now to what I say
Get yourself an electric guitar
And take some time
rock 'n roll
Then you roll 'n rock
And they you rockin' to the beat that just don't want you to stop
Cause I'm the s to the p-double o-n-y
The one mc
stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you
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T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah!
I been a killer in the game when I first put
The pen to the pad like your first day out
N9ne be a thriller wit' the thang when I spurt
The Representatives for the BCC
[Rock] When you come through the door, what do you see?
[Starang] Rockness Monsta, Mista S-T-R-A-N-G
[Rock] When you come through
but u don't really care do ya?
I twist my girl like Kamasutra
I'm like Jesus of nazareth
Contortionist the way she bend her hips
N da way she suck
Girl you might want to be careful 'cause I'll steal you from your mister
My legs are pretty fast but my bicycle is quicker
I have very few aspirations
the untouchable (uh)
I be one of the baddest, put up your dukes 'cause I'm a hazard (what?)
You're gonna need a miracle like Jesus of Nazareth
To save your from
Need your picture smile this way
And will you tell me what you play
So you want to be a rock'n'roll star
Just listen now to what I say
Get yourself
Need your picture smile this way
And will you tell me what you play
So you want to be a rock'n'roll star
Just listen now to what I say
Get yourself
know?
Yeah like that
Some of that mellow s***
Some of that s*** that make b****es drink
Make n****s think
And help you check a fat-a** bank,
So
'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.o.p. Eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
the 'vard
Actin hard, not fraud
Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad
Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe
Comin through the boulevard can't rock 'n roll
I never
stays right in my
N Y mentality for me, to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
To sell to all who wanna
been a gruesome fight
Here's your last chance
You wanna talk about a battle?
Well I'ma talk about a massacre
You soft sucker
I'm tryin' not to laugh
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
what you think about her
Who you know with a flow so loco
On a dirty south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, y'all cats don't really
to love you
If you call me baby I'll be always yours
The lady of my life is out o' really feeling.
The real deal, giving you nothing but sex-appeal.
chart
And I will not stop
We rock and we roll and you stop and we go, we go, we go
Yea you know, yea you know, yea you know, yea you know
Yea you
Catholic tryin' to
Appeal to the masses
The Cassius Clay of rap today
Rock a beard like Castaway
You couldn't be dope for even half a day
We keep it hot like
to reconcile
I rather be in prison or in hell
First thing's first lemme set some ground rules
Don't be a snitch to impress your bitches
Don't be a fool n think
your turn
Let’s check out your groove, and what you wanna prove,
And see if I return.
Is this how you rock n roll?
‘Cause all you do is patrol,
My
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