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deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
These are things I see when
Flipping through my phone
Am I the same man as the pictures in my home
Get crucified by some
Others put me on the throne
the Tribe, side by side
Third stage is the Moc
Unifying lyrics until my tongue drops
Considered as an mc klepto
Techniques could be beat, you think so?
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
writing a funky rap or two
So Free Your dull-ass Mind your funky Ass Will Follow
Your funk is watered down, in other words it's kinda shallow
Get Up to Get
groove like Kuzco
The big dog did it in the booth like Cujo
And josh locked me in and hid
The keys to the studio
Been left behind by some people
But it's
Mark my words if you go and get the vaccine sure nothing will happen right now
But they’re plan to kill billions of people by 2030 is in their plan
Wee Wolf Girl Lyrics:
When I was a wee wolf girl
My momma told me
Not to fear
The creatures of the night
When I was a wee wolf girl
My papa
I tried to tell you I was tight with my spit game
I tried to tell you I was on some other shit mane
I tried to tell cats back in 88
That if I ever
From the life that we live in, the people that you see
You don't know, no, you don't know
All the lights, money, women, corrupted by his dreams
Take
but, built up not that nice fighter
I'm the champ, but still I'm the number 1 contender
You the chump, more like the number 1 pretender
Don't call me by
cannot cut off from me
Although I know I may fade, and leave my body to decay
In a lyric I have found a life that I would like to live
With a song I keep
walking past ain't a snitch I
Can pitch my product drop acid paint a picture
Sell white to stack p, yeah right you're whack g
You say that in your lyrics
like any other man?
And maybe then I'll kno' what kind of fool I am!
~ from the 1961 Stage Musical "Stop the World I Want to Get Off"
Music by Leslie
(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C)
We are hittin' hard in Oakland
Word!
We are hittin' hard in L.A.
Word!
Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is
with all of that gas, got
Summer tunes, I got other tunes, I do afro-swing and grime and story telling
I still killarf the riddim with lyrics
against the grain
She wanna
Wanna hear a clean lyric
Be a free spirit
Now her soul coming unchained
She wanna have a good time
Find a good guy
But her mind
IT EM WITH THE BcRS
ON THE RIDDIM I GOT HcRD
ITS c LYRICcL cSScULT
LYRICS THcT'LL McKE EM FcLL
cnd no i dont need appause
I said i dont need appause
the glottal, uh
The shit I say I mean it girl I told you that these lyrics ain't no twaddle
You got me fiending for you
I want your love, insatiable
And baby
nightmare squared
That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware
I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight
I hold mics while
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
somebody file for the 90's
You want lyrics? We come correct
BDP, only movin with respect
The other MC's, they can't believe me
A when I rhyme it
Music by Harry Warren
With lyrics by Johnny Mercer
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