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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.
Torpedo rum the ships,
Two tongue grip, brother on shit,
Better move on chick, or is all trick,
.even in my
I spin the shit to you mother fucker down sweat,
red, no pack but a cheese
Fat ass fucking pussy until dead,
Sway foot, looking an Indian,
Cool straight the Caribbean.
Long jackets, from an amphibian,
.money, with my comedian.
Break it down, on the Dallas,
in your parlors, chilling with scholars.

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
up, I make the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing an idiot!
Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not a little bit!
Straight up, I the music just for you!
Nothing, nothing 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, muffle with the thumbs,
Seven grans a purple till my neck will leave my on them.
bitch, Portuguese, sweet
Suck a like an elephant. three tones.
My pussy whistle like my the window,
. Im lighting up the
And I go inside I think I might just play Nintendo,
a Shwaty from my high and play with my
Ah, just let me catch my breath as she wont accept the kick
your destiny is for
Me, you see I spin epileptic shit,
you me or you respect the kid.

Get it?
I am not illiterate,
Not, not!
Not even a bit!
Straight up, I make the music for you!
Nothing, like 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 Watson, flowing in the new
Van Dame
Spin kick to the
up in the tea room,
You want to rerun!
times, drug out the balloon,
Beauty a butterfly, flying cocoon,
Urban love and village right by the lagoon.
my grandfather, add a little cream
the. harder.
Now you Shawty me tighter than the dance partner,
Put a around my pants,
So when the honey hit the Ill let her dance on it!
Like a gypsy, in
.everybody is fifties.
ninety eighty two thats my shoot,
Reflect like high sun 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!