Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You an MC like me who's strong
Leaving motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal
And when I command the microphone I get as Kahn though
With a and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the power I gain
And make it possible for me to a few to wreck your brain
Imagine and keep on wishing a star
Finally realizing who the we are
When I penetrate, it's 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, time all night
I'm faced the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a
Breaking in gas with the all day
In and out my pay
I'm to count 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 like gas
I left that ass waiting
No more give up to fate, and get that ass shaking
I'm busting and making motherfuckers
Don't take your life for put that ass in the dirt
You the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the
similar to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, 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 Alize and Cristal your mind
Bear witness to the dopest rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, clearing my

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

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

Fuck you losers, you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch the
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 test then touch Tical
All up in your mouth
banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al
Method Man roll too tight, you can me
Better take one and pass or that ass
Your vital are low and falling fast
Johnny Blaze out to get like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a

Hey yo, lyrical gas the criminal tactics
get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, there's no
this, mad underground basement, shit 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 package of bless, the dogs can't fetch
Got the clear from the rear block
To bust till every here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out your ears pop
Since crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot
With, this underground
I'm dangerous like the bomb analyst
Then like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit fam' by mistake
So I the whole front row at the wake
I my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it
I'm the one pushing the hearse in the place
for you shaky ass folks
Pump for for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this got you ope
Get roast, by my lyrics Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nickel (INS the rebels)
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