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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, damn beaver trap,
That thrill is gone, Im to bring the fever back,
To the streets, up the big whips.
rum the same ships,
Two tongue grip, moves on shit,
Better move on chick, or is all trick,
.even in my
I spin the shit to make you mother fucker sweat,
red, no pack but a cheese
Fat ass fucking pussy until dead,
Sway foot, looking an Indian,
Cool form the Caribbean.
jackets, made from an amphibian,
.money, with my comedian.
it down, vision on the Dallas,
Deeping in your parlors, with scholars.

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a bit!
up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, like an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
up, I make 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 to. with the coco!
Urban hippie, with the green thumbs,
Seven grans a purple till my neck leave my feet on them.
Super bitch, Portuguese,
Suck a like an elephant. three tones.
My whistle like my father the window,
. Im lighting up the
And I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo,
Call a Shwaty from my high and play my
Ah, just let me my little breath as she wont accept the kick
Cause your is for
Me, you see I spin epileptic shit,
you fear me or you the kid.

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

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

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