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Get, get, get it?
Get, get, get it?
Bronson Selektah
Get, get, get it?
Get, get, get it?
.its all the same!

Pussy rap, dental beaver trap,
That is gone, Im here to bring the fever back,
To the streets, up the big whips.
rum the same ships,
Two tongue grip, brother on shit,
Better move on chick, or is all trick,
.even in my
I spin the shit to make you mother down sweat,
Queens red, no pack but a
Fat ass pussy until shes dead,
foot, looking like an Indian,
Cool straight the Caribbean.
Long jackets, made an amphibian,
.money, with my comedian.
Break it down, on the Dallas,
Deeping in your parlors, with scholars.

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I the music just for you!
Nothing, like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I the music just for you!
Nothing, like an idiot!

me John Bon popping out the Volvo,
Retched on the leg, for the po-po!
Sissy, you a label as a loco,
Im sorry, but I never used to. the coco!
Urban hippie, with the green thumbs,
Seven grans a purple till my neck leave my feet on them.
bitch, Portuguese, sweet
Suck a like an elephant. three tones.
My whistle like my father the window,
. Im up the indoor
And when I go I think I might just play Nintendo,
Call a Shwaty from my high and play my
Ah, just let me catch my breath as she wont accept the kick
your destiny is for
Me, you see I spin like shit,
you me or you respect the kid.

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I the music just for you!
Nothing, like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I make the just for you!
Nothing, like an idiot!

Mind like Watson, in the new
Van Dame
Spin to the dick
up in the tea room,
You dont to rerun!
times, drug out the balloon,
Beauty like a butterfly, cocoon,
Urban love and central village by the lagoon.
Thats my grandfather, add a cream
the. harder.
Now you Shawty hold me tighter than the partner,
Put a around my pants,
So when the hit the tune Ill let her dance on it!
a gypsy, hookers in
.everybody is fifties.
Nine ninety two thats my shoot,
Reflect like high sun in the hot noon!

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I make the just for you!
Nothing, nothing an idiot!