Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You find an MC me who's strong
Leaving motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal
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 more power I
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your
Imagine and keep on upon a star
Finally realizing who the we are
When I penetrate, been withstanding, faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all
When I created for the simple fact
I attack 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 soon to the bodies

So mandatory my my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with the nigga you
We be patient nothing better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable gas stations
Sorry I that ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get ass shaking
I'm busting and making motherfuckers
Don't your life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the was planted
My lyrics motivate the
It's similar to Rhythm
But out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm your souls
You know, the way the get controlled
You, two years ago, a of mine
Told me and Cristal blows your mind
witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, 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) tonight's the
I got my made up, come on
Get in get in too
Let it tonight's the night

Well I through with two packs
Of the bomb prophalaks for
So my fucking sac won't
nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my tactics of torturing MC's
Shows my as cold as the tundra
Electrifying like thunder, I'm 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 like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a on your mind
As the deadly vibes spread through your head like pine
There's no escape, nah I blasting
I use my mental to assassin's for those asking
to laughing, raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the chances of the
Why is that? 'cause smiling faces
You best believe, to MC's I'm the disease
My thoughts rip your throat and it hard to breathe
Your whole camp's seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no for all
So all my rhymes hit and the bricks on the wall
Your already have an idea about the sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both of the equator
I rock from here to there, to and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust straps
As your views get overshadowed when you in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal

Fuck you losers, while you jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical Staten Isle
Will be after 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 mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep
Niggas best protect they joints for
Man I on point like icicles
Now who wanna Tical then touch Tical
All up in your mouth
Head banger
Catch me on with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can me
Better one and pass or that's that ass
vital statistics are low and falling fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot Johnny Cash
Play a game of Roulette and have a blast

Hey yo, gas spitting the criminal tactics
get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's it, there's no replacement
this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor who? Spock don't get it twisted
I got like Federal Express
To get the fresh of bless, the dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from the block
To bust till every here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out till ears pop
Since your crew suit you to shift now you that you get's lot
With, this cannabis
I'm dangerous John the bomb analyst
Then like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively 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 this got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45
And I'm out for nickel (INS the rebels)
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