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I Rock, I Roll

Mystikal

Let's Get Ready [Clean]

2000

the blunt smoke, stay out of my bundle
I swung with the blast, I've never been matched

I hop on the track like a jump rope
I come with the guillotine

to sleep
Cause they are eager to eat
Thousand albums per week
Where am I gonna live?
But I handle the beats, and the mix
So the master gonna kill, yeah
Last

crisp never had crisp
Never knew crisp never out never do crisp

I need a one crisp
Never mind I need one Sarge
I have powers taking hold aw, aw
Nah i

behind the eyes 
Saying that it's time
So I left em with a rhyme 
And a millimeter nine
Always quite the leader type 
Mix it with a liter sprite
I be

to the master whose been talking to the masses
Whos been listening to thy master through this targeted diaspora
Y'all get awards to get in wars, I spit water

Flow so sick call the CDC
Skribe Smoke da track like DMT
Is Laced in my blunt
To my clan in the front
To my niggas in the back
I gift these (w)raps

The highest professorship, my English etiquette
Compels me to not say it if I can't spell it bitch
My circularised 3rd Eye, sees all
Atlantis was surrounded by

the snuff that get you up ? but no style is tougher
I dismiss crews, I bruise, snooze ya losin
Groovin provin I can do in men who went out smoother
Artifact

to catch the chics
Master Dicks gotta bag of tricks
Attack the Picts with faster ships
Looking for the young ones
Destroy their onions
It's a Froggy

there too
And they'll smile and my blue soul
Will finally be rewarded
And turn into strong silver

Track ten: 'Til death we do art

I know this girl
With

Faster than a Vette two seater
Cell games no cheaters
You gon' lose if you weaker
Chaos, Disaster
Just like a new track
If you hop in the mix I'll show you

mean to gloat
I just don't see any work ethic as perfected like I really show
Song a week on time and all platforms
Yea I did the mix, then the master

me
I don't do love, no, I don't do love, no
And everything I drop are masterpiece.
I was always on that block, I feel like master p
Dead or in jail

nigga, Aang
She might been the worst, but she was last, and bitch, I'm Z
Ain't nobody coler, really coming after me
I got master tracks and I ain't really

hella deep in my mind 
You n I dont see the same thing up in the sky 
Make a lil fire write to it then record it 
Mix it down master it up this shits so

therapy
I talk to you through a mic, and mix it
Master it, master my craft with the love and passion I got for it
It's tailor fitted, so every track I gotta

(mama)
But I really got beatings 'cause the girl loved drama (yeah)
In single parenthood there I stood (uh)
By the time she was twenty-one, had another

Though this feeling only lasts one night

Do they still compare me to my father?

All the recognition
Doesn't mean that you'll feel better
A good

running thru the mid states
Fat nigga eats aint discreet mix batter never hesitate to get cake
Never say Mack don't slap on the track run laps few mistakes

Finish making the beat, then I write the rap
Then I record, mix, master and hype the track
But on a real I hesitate to hype it, say I like it, I

No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas
I'll be right by your side 'til 3005
Hold up

Yeah, I've been bossed up
Yeah, I've been t'd up
Go ahead and flip me a pack
Nevermind, check me a sack
I'm wearing Balenci, I'm talking bout tracks

These hollows connect like wifi
No I am not a nice guy
Ima walk up no drive by
We mixing these colors like tie dye
We not in a race, I passed him

consciousness, yeah you know I'm pouring up
The people come and go
The money never leaves
All I do is mix and match just like my top threes
Put that smoke up in