Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You find an MC like me strong
motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I the microphone I get deadly as Kahn though
a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the power I gain
And make it possible for me to drop a few to your brain
Imagine and keep on upon a star
Finally who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's withstanding, faded
Would it be the MC of all time
When I rhyme for the simple fact
When I I crush your pride
My intention to ride, every all night
I'm faced with the 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 to count the bodies

So my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more with the nigga you facing
We must be patient better than communication
Known to and highly flammable like gas stations
I left that ass waiting
No procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shaking
I'm busting and making panic
Don't take your for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the was planted
My lyrics the planet
It's similar to Nation
But thugged out, forgive me
Who's in control I'm activating your
You know, the way the get controlled
You, two years ago, a friend of
Told me Alize and Cristal your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I
Taking off my coat, my throat

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

Well I come through two packs
Of the prophalaks for protection
So my fucking sac collapse
nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an grave
I wonder, if my tactics of torturing MC's
Shows my as cold as the tundra
like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw that motherfucking poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics the fucking bom-bay
Your got dissed, that's before it's ingest balmay
My rhymes, I a mark on your mind
As the deadly vibes spread through your head like sand
There's no escape, nah I blasting
I use my mental to assassinate for those asking
Opposed to laughing, raw maniacal
enhances the chances of the killing
Why is that? smiling faces deceive
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest
My thoughts rip your throat and make it to breathe
Your whole camp's seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on
I'm out the cut, and raw with no clause for all
So all my hit and split the bricks on the wall
Your already have an idea about the sphere
The greater rhyme on both sides of the equator
I rock from here to there, to and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and like straps
As views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter combat

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes
Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch the
do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my blow!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like
Half of my Clan's three deep
Niggas best they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point icicles
Now who test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your mouth
Head banger
Catch me on with Al Doogie
Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and or that's that ass
Your vital are low and falling fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a

Hey yo, lyrical gas spitting the tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals
Let's face it, no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced
Avalanche on whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got like Federal Express
To get the fresh package of bless, the dogs can't
Got the clear from the rear block
To bust till nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out till your pop
Since crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground
I'm dangerous like John the bomb
proceeds like keys
My degrees consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit fam' by mistake
So I erase the front row at the wake
I planned my in case Jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushing the hearse in the place
Confidence for you ass folks
for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
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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