Lyrics:
that made my man blood spill
An eye for an eye you know my science of life
Is you man or mice thugs or the cowardly type
I kick the 98 shit for your
spacecraft and-
What the fuck? He know all that just by looking-
William Kai, thirty-eight years old, highest honor graduation
Iq 179, 98.4 aim consistency
maze
My mama used to say it be dayz like this man
Microphone check, uh microphone check
Microphone check, (Mr. Dal, Mr. Dal, Mr. Dalvin Remix)
Uh huh
a star, give me rounds of applause, you know I can perform
Lights, lights
On
Lights on
Make you come fast like a '98 sports car
Blink twice, it's
Ladies and gentlemen
Back by popular demand
We got cool G Rap and Polo
Singin it is now
Rhyme Tyme
I be funky to a junkie cause
inside
And it cuts like a knife
She's out of my life
Originally recorded by Michael Jackson and by 98 Degrees.
Performed in S Club Party 2001 by Jon Lee.
to '98
But the years between were just a little line
Got me wondering what I'm chasing
Don't want another minute wasted
There's a day we're born
82, 84, 86, 88, 90
92, 94, 96, 98, 100
Hey kids
I got news for you
You gotta get good
At counting by 2's
Take this
As a clue that you gotta make
here's how you do it
(Verse 1 - Biz Markie)
Y'all know me, as the be-I-Z
That rock the microphone most definitely
Bringing you styles that you never heard
and snatch
Shine like the gym, untied tims
Bad bitch pulling on my limbs
Telling all her friends it's him! Feeling like a Don
Grab her by the hand and get
Well I been pushed to the edge,
By my head ache blues.
And I got pulled by the pull of the tide.
I got stripped of my soul,
Standing in my
caught across Jersey state lines
Figure this 98 and I been runnin' since 89
So that's like 9 years delinquent time
You speakin' crime then you know
9
Violence is my business fool, the microphone of doom
Mission that's to cure all punks as I bust caps
Peelin your back, my ammunition hollow-point raps
You
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
Hey, check it
What we have here
Is another one
The remix (ladies and gentleman)
Orchestrated
(You don't have to worry)
By the Puff Daddy
This deranged, mental person with a mask on his dome
Medicated by the pen, by the pad, microphone
Hesitated yet again, never seen to let it go
Hidden
on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?
I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I can clutch
You find a MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn
came by limousine
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
In the back of the bottom drawer
Of the dresser by our bed
Is a box of odds and ends
That I have always kept
But the man who sleeps beside me
magie noir pour faire victoire
J'vie grâce à l'espoir, tard le soir, j'remplie l'réservoir du 98 dans l'noir
J'tourne en rond sans faire un rond dans
advantage until the crowd go bananas
What a rush, I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread, I inherited
we living it, magnificent
Cypress, worldwide!
I take the microphone cord, use it as a rope
To hang all the weak rappers for leaving
hangin' out the window screamin' there I go
Me and my niggas in the 98 black Volvo
And the diamonds bezeled ready I yes this me
Ride with us come see
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