Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You find an MC like me who's
motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on
Who can withstand, the more power I
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your
and keep on wishing upon a star
Finally who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's withstanding, faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all
When I created rhyme for the fact
When I attack I crush your
My intention to ride, every all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced it, I'm a ride
Breaking in gas the six-eight all day
In and out my pay
I'm to count the bodies

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like
So you can be more familiar with the you facing
We must be nothing better than communication
Known to damage and flammable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get ass shaking
I'm busting and making motherfuckers
Don't take your life for granted put ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was
My motivate the planet
similar to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, me Janet
Who's in control I'm activating your
You know, the way the games get
You, two ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I
off my coat, clearing my throat

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

Well I come through two packs
Of the prophalaks for protection
So my fucking sac won't
nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending motherfuckers to an early 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 with that motherfucking touch
I'm an MC with that's the fucking bom-bay
Your got dissed, that's before it's ingest balmay
My rhymes, I leave a on your mind
As the deadly vibes spread through head like sand pine
no escape, nah I ain't blasting
I use my to assassinate assassin's for those asking
to laughing, raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the chances of the
Why is that? 'cause smiling faces
You believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip your and make it hard to breathe
Your camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
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 with no for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the
Your have an idea about the superior sphere
The greater creator on both sides of the equator
I rock here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I and bust like straps
As your views get when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to verbal combat

Fuck you losers, while you fake I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with (lugers)
The Mr. from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age touch the dial
do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun and my musket blow!
Melons get swellings, I paint pictures like Magellen
of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggas best protect they 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 statistics are low and fast
Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a

Hey yo, lyrical gas the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals
Let's face it, no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, I'm laced with
Avalanche on your whole camp I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch get it twisted
I got connects like Express
To get the fresh package of bless, the dogs can't
Got the clear spot from the block
To bust till every nigga here drop, men I not
Hold your nose and blow out till your pop
Since your crew suit you to now you claim that you get's lot
With, underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like the bomb analyst
Then like keys
My degrees freeze like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by
So I erase the whole front row at the
I planned my escape in case Jake or a bust it
I'm the one the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass
Pump for for the day he got smoked
Choke, off anecdote got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45
And I'm out for nine (INS the rebels)
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