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by the salad bar, giggling
'Cause I seen that
'Cause I (seen)
'Cause I seen that
'Cause I (seen)
Microphone on my shoulder like a bazooka that

and let us in
so take these broken wings

[Rap1 Red Dogg:]
Creapin' up on the microphone, It's C-Block we dippin' clean
floss with the funky flavour down

hysteria
Learn by heart listen  lyrical lesson
Scientific sound search studio session
Go off the deep end keep your nose to the grindstone
B-boy battle

town Philly baby translatin' the zone
Kind of sore ontrapanour rocking this microphone
I get busy like Bone keep my whole syphere in harmony
Can it be

So I was checking you out
On the solo tip
And at the end of my line
I was about to get hip
By your sweet set of love
That just won't let me go
Take

the butter
I'm soft and hard, never st-stutter
raised by the suburbs in city asylum
graffiti painted proverbs of the fire island
I'm dialing the numbers

[Qwell:]
Rain shine, was fate denied by state time
Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs
Remember chickens spittin' game at you
I'm prayin'

you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like

by the time I got back
Had a couple fresh twenties burnin' holes in my pockets
I threw em in the closet in an old shoebox

It didn't have much in

Everything is everything but everything
Is trust me i follow old school rules
I don't need tools fuck around
I just might grab you by your neck tight
D-E-C-A-Y

I give it to you real raw
You try to tackle me you
Couldn't make me fall
Forget the microphone you need
The iron we squeeze
Play around and you'll

pipelettes (bébé, héé, n-n-n-nouveau)
Bombarde sur les quais, moi j'défonce ta sono, c'est R.O.H.2F (R.O.H.2F, n-n-n-nouveau)

Microphone contact, ultimate

Wolfgang

Lino

Radio Bitume

2012

drives-by shooting
C'est mort ça commence à se voir

Petite guérilla sur un son, bavard, j'suis un nègre en or
Impact de balle en guise de poinçon

Than a dyke's vagina?
Is he Spose? Higher than Spock
Blunts in the blizzard while I'm
Whippin' by the cops
Lyrical loogies that I hawk non-stop
Then I

Thrown against the wall

Blended together by guitars and microphones
We wrote our protest songs
We wrote our protest songs
Dreams chased me like a criminal

jungle holocaust
Combustible tomahawks and Molotov's
Welcome to the Monster's Ball
The worst is yet to come
Hold the microphone like stone
Focus on chrome

and the microphone
Roamin' until I find my way home
Turn my body cold but my soul is mine
Take a deep breath and I close my eyes
I will go when I'm supposed to die
But

face I got
I asked them why and then blush twice
They never answered back
They're probably starstruck by
My wholesome little

Turn on the TV oh my god,

Nicholas Cage
Bet they go cray inside the big grave
(Eh uh uh, eh uh uh, eh)
This game's a fucking circus
And who's on microphone right now?
It's Mister

I'm a next breed lyric illustrator (jeeze)
Microphone incinerator (truss')
How does it feel to be Devs or me?
You need to get goat simulator (baow,

vibe, having My Chicago Love yes sometimes life here can be so tough, but being blessed by the Greatest almighty, is the reason today I'm the Lady G, From

flown by Travolta
Flow with a vocal assault of the microphone and controller
Harder to handle than a loaded revolver coated with Sulphur
You in a house

Big Bad Sound

Chronixx

Chronology

2017

now
First class deejay me well phenomenal
And me ram up any dance with microphone inna mi hand
But if ah real general Selassie ah di only one
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