[Royce da 5'9"] This the homicide, sodomy of course Mobb Deep, like I got Havoc and Prodigy support Ima' be dope until the find me as a corpse You can
Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's like Murray on SC's Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin' everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties
It's like, it's like this Word up, knowhutI'msayin'? One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin'? Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn The whole borough's thorough
You're so intent with my lyrical content, that you probably don't realise exactly what I meant. It may not be up there with J.R.R Tolkien. But at least
They can only leave to live the linguistic Full metal jacket of the macular ballistic Shooting off at the mouth without chap or blistics I got hairs on
This is the life, we gone I ain't with the leanin' and rockin' That ain't even seen as a option You're nothin' without focus Woo, Long Beach (Lay your
Dame la lluvia Dame el sol Odo un cielo asi Dame negro o damne luz You no quiro un mondo en gris Llevame en tus suenos A traves de las tormentas Dame
Here comes my faith to carry me on A faith, not a grave, a fight to stay strong So, I stand accused of playing numb I know it as wrong for I give my
Pure microphone magic Carving up MC's, straight up torch their weak embellishments Getting it, put it on Dirty download gigolo with the illest flow Yeah
Just for the record I aint thinking about you no more Im way past that So you can take that how you wanna Call me on the phone Visit me at home I aint
Do you know, what you're goin through? Do you like this style of rap that I'm showin you? The way I flow for you, do you know? Yeah baby c'mon Ah baby
Ayyo, my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
Topics are discussed, personal biases thrust, yet meaningfulness is = a must, Too much blatant stupidity, nonsensical trends followed rigidly, = Is it
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(featuring Ras Kass) [Intro: Ras Kass] Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga? Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know Shouts out to my nigga Wreckonize
JO Spoken: 'It's a mean and stormy night The moors are bleak and bloody. Thunder claps! Lightning Strikes! The fair Clarissa, her clothes in disarray
(featuring Redman & Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley) [Redman] Selecta come!!!!! [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin
[Redman] Selecta come!!!!! [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio [Verse 1: Method Man] Oh no, another flow