Lyrics:
Bam bam dilla, bam bam
Ay, what a bam bam
To what a bam bam
This woman never trouble no one
I'm a lady, I'm not a man
MC is my ambition
I come
on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy collabo
Two MC's with mad dough, you know
I love the dough, more than you know
nothing but my children
One shot, they disappearing
Its ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now
nothing but my children
One shot, they disappearing
Its ill when, MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now
"Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are"
"Hey sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga
Whoever you are, whoever you are"
I be hating sucka MC's, and the sucka
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (Haha!)
Good riddance to niggas and bitches bullshittin'
I house MCs like baths and full kitchens (Uhh)
Ready or not, doc, hood lynchin'
Icy
'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy! Get back
Uh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy done lost
when Jonny stomp
If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll
tell you I cause brain damage.
I manage to rip MC's in half, before I vanish.
Transparent. (I'm highly invisible and that's why you can't see me).
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy collabo
Two MC's with mad dough, you know
I love the dough, more than you know
you on the fucking bench
Pardon my French but, uh, sometimes I get kind of
Peeved at these weak MC's with the
Supreme ballerlike lyrics, I call 'em
siblings, nothing but my children
One shot they disappearin'
It's ill when MC's used to be on cruddy shit
Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
on the floor
Only a blind dove'll fall in love with a whore
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Who the fuck wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold
a man
I is for the way it goes in and out
One by one I knocks 'em out
G is for the way the game goes in the gutter
Other MC's man they ain't sayin'
lucked up
Don't come in my face again, because I'm a floor ya
And if you're a bitch, I'm a fucking ignore ya
Because my attitude's a little bigga
'Cause MC
I'm incredible I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin hot rhymes burn to keep you frost bit
MC's is assed out cause they lost it
Peep my
it don't rain
Sucker MC's are problematic
I love it when you hit those switches
A curve ball's what my pitch is
So here we here we come
Like dumb
is MC's gone mad
In a perfect world, there's imperfect acts
We've come like a God to redirect all of that
So people with a gift can just flaunt
Rock on witcha bad self
I rock rough and stuff with my afro puffs (Rage!)
Rock on witcha bad self
Now I'm hittin MC's like Hadouken
Ain't no doubt
here at MIT
Got skills, I'm a champion at D and D
MC Escher, that's my favorite MC
Keep you're forty, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea
My rims never
The lyrical roller coaster, mind-bender
'Stead of watching these sucker MC's
I'm seeing just how they lying to the general population
Don't be patient, get
the police 'fore I kill this track
Don't shoot Missy!!! Get back
Uhh, I'ma put you all in the line
Uhh, and I'ma watch you MC's die
Yo mommy, mommy, Missy
Come with me
Hail Mary nigga
Run quick see
What do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La dadadadadada
I’m wit MC
That’s why the bad bitches
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