Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You find an MC like me who's
Leaving motherfucker's aborted, no verbal support
And when I command the I get deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the more I gain
And it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brain
Imagine and keep on wishing upon a
realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, been withstanding, faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all
When I created rhyme for the simple
When I attack I crush your
My intention to ride, time all night
I'm with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm with it, I'm a ride
in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out my pay
I'm soon to the bodies

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics orientation
So you can be familiar with the nigga you facing
We must be patient nothing better communication
to damage and highly flammable like gas stations
Sorry I left ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get ass shaking
I'm busting and motherfuckers panic
Don't your life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the was planted
My lyrics motivate the
similar to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, me Janet
in control I'm activating your souls
You know, the way the get controlled
You, two years ago, a friend of
Told me Alize and blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I
Taking off my coat, clearing my

I got my made up, come on (come on)
Get in get in too (get on it)
Let it ride (get wit it) tonight's the
I got my mind made up, on
Get in get in too
Let it tonight's the night

Well I come through with two
Of the bomb prophalaks for
So my sac won't collapse
Cause nowadays, evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing
Shows my heart's as cold as the
Electrifying thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw that motherfucking poisonous touch
I'm an MC lyrics that's the fucking bom-bay
Your got dissed, that's before it's like balmay
My rhymes, I a mark on your mind
As the vibes spread through your head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I blasting
I use my mental to assassinate for those asking
to laughing, raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the of the killing
Why is that? 'cause smiling faces
You believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip your throat and it hard to breathe
Your whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason
In the heat of the is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw no clause for all
So all my hit and split the bricks on the wall
Your already have an idea about the superior
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the
I rock from to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I and bust like straps
As views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and to enter verbal combat

Fuck you losers, while you jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Isle
Will be back after this don't touch the dial
do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun and my musket blow!
get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep
Niggas best protect they joints for
Man I stay on point like
Now who wanna test then touch Tical
All up in your mouth
banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al
Method Man too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and or that's that ass
Your statistics are low and falling fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Cash
Play a game of Russian and have a blast

Hey yo, lyrical gas spitting the tactics
Non-believers get my and genitals backwards
Let's it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, I'm laced with
Avalanche on your whole when I'm splifted
Funk who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Express
To get the package of bless, the dogs can't fetch
Got the spot from the rear block
To bust till every nigga drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out till ears pop
Since crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the analyst
Then proceeds like
My freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by
So I erase the front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushing the hearse in the first
Confidence for you ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got
Choke, off anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nickel (INS the rebels)
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