Тональность: C minor
Verse 1
what it be like
Where I be at,
and so I'm gon' bring that
I'm gon' swing that,
I mean if your doors wanna lock with
John
They got way more angles
Chaka
Khan
Keep it hot with no monotony
Properly rockin' these spot,
Stoppin' me might get you popped,
this ain't democracy
-hop monopoly now
Yeah,
Tim
Panik, I got stretch, somethin' ridiculous
But don't panic,
And I bet you gon' get into this,
your head's noddin' and now that's not a coincidence
The despotic killed they best
Masonic want your death
steps to remain vigilant
To make an honest living
using precision instruments
I condone microphones
Strike a tone with hyperpones
That most them
C's roast them
I'm one of the most cutting compulsive
My mind's ocean of
endless stupendous
Brain benders came in
so I express
Mind blown, I gotta be on my own I can't
That's why I don't sell my ass
To get written or walked in past
We getting where we fitting
with precision in class
So bet your last money it's
your ass running away
Hey, nerves are sprayed when these
verbs are sprayed
Energy surges reverberate, disturbing
I condone microphones
Emotional seeds, grow some seeds
Bring on the
Beast
emcees
Proceeds, exploration, destination
Ride
a beast on your hand
Wait for
Wonderland and make
MCs mortified
Left you rivals in self -denial
I hope you try though,
I'll arrange it, eat a rapper up like a
Danish
Pain is in the mind and I'll show you
As I thrust these electromotives
You soft as pap,
you still doing that pop rap
You need to get off that
I condone microphones, strike a dawn
When I propose,
dope
Emote some
C's, roll some
supposed to be?
I know your guns will smoke
I'm
remote, I'm quiet and shy
Making love to beautiful
Puerto
Rican women
in
NY
Back to killer
Cali, making rappers backslide
Till they capsize,
Purify the devil, it's true
That fake rappers use to embellish their
That's why they got blown out they shoes,
front page news
Crews get obliterated by
the innovative prodigy
Gotta be none other than,
Ope
Jack
Dempsey
A true
MC, down to the cartilage
Rip apart the stage like
Sid
Vicious and the
Sex
Pistols
Wet whistles, the fire water bucket list
Elf of clear to your ear,
Ope spit that bullshit
Rockin' it after us,
it's blasphemous
Probably smokin' crack and some dust
Too wack to bust, I'm fabulous
Man, you just need to quit it, I can't
stand too much
Lyrics'll have you crutched
Brand new crutch, scandalous
So remember that the man is plus
Eat you and your man for lunch
Have you touch
My city where the land is plush
Hash and blunts
I ain't knowin' too much about
Christallin' and mowin'
But independent shit got my chips
pilin' and growin'
Whack niggas as old with that rigamarole
Outta here like a minute
ago with your pitiful flow
I bust the cattle,
keep your prose on the cloche
Polysyllabic artillery, bust your cold bodies
Got your phonicles hot as melted
wax or fresh polish
By reconnaissance or silence,
demolish your all models
Juggernaut,
Armstrong, blast off like rocket launchers
The nickel slick articulate,
hieroglyphic subconscious
so ingenious
Always coordinating,
Like
hit harder than grand slams on the
TASCAM
When megawatts surge,
converge, then crack dams
Jack
FCs crash land
Fuckin' with this miraculous,
immaculate, black man
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