Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You find an MC me who's strong
Leaving motherfucker's aborted, no verbal support
And I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on
Who can withstand, the more I gain
And it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brain
Imagine and on wishing upon a star
Finally realizing who the we are
When I penetrate, been withstanding, faded
it be the greatest MC of all time
When I rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush pride
My intention to ride, every time all
I'm faced with the beyond this 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 soon to the bodies

So mandatory my my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar the nigga you facing
We must be patient nothing better communication
Known to damage and highly flammable gas stations
Sorry I that ass waiting
No more give up to fate, and get that ass shaking
I'm busting and motherfuckers panic
Don't take life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the was planted
My lyrics motivate the
It's similar to Rhythm
But thugged out, forgive me
Who's in control I'm your souls
You know, the way the games get
You, two years ago, a of mine
me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest rhyme I wrote
off my coat, clearing my throat

I got my mind made up, 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 tonight's the night

I come through with two packs
Of the prophalaks for protection
So my fucking sac won't
Cause nowadays, shit's the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing
Shows my heart's as as the tundra
Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too
Rough and raw that motherfucking poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's the bom-bay
Your got dissed, that's before ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a on your mind
As the deadly vibes spread through your like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I blasting
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those
Opposed to laughing, raw maniacal
Laughter the chances of the killing
Why is 'cause smiling faces deceive
You believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip throat and make it hard to breathe
whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I and ignite mikes
My snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the on the wall
Your have an idea about the superior sphere
The rhyme creator on both sides of the equator
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 prepare to enter combat

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes
Like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten
Will be back this mess-age don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for
Got my gun and my musket blow!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental like Magellen
Half of my Clan's deep felons
Niggas best protect they joints for
Man I stay on point icicles
Now who wanna test Tical touch Tical
All up in your motherfucking
Head banger
Catch me on tour Al Doogie
Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that ass
Your statistics are low and falling fast
Johnny Blaze out to get like Johnny Cash
a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Hey yo, lyrical gas spitting the criminal
Non-believers get my dick and genitals
face it, there's no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm with
Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm
Funk who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Express
To get the fresh package of bless, the can't fetch
Got the spot from the rear block
To bust till nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out till ears pop
Since your crew suit you to shift now you claim you get's lot
With, this underground
I'm like John the bomb analyst
proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze like EPMD LP's
off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole row at the wake
I planned my in case Jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushing the hearse in the first
for you shaky ass folks
Pump for 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 nine (INS the rebels)
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