Luyện nghe bài hát Got My Mind Made Up

You find an MC me who's strong
motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
And I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn though
With a 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 brain
Imagine and on wishing upon a star
realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, been withstanding, faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all
When I created rhyme for the fact
When I attack I crush pride
My intention to ride, time all night
I'm faced with the scars this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm with it, I'm a ride
Breaking in gas with the all day
In and out my pay
I'm soon to count the

So my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be familiar with the nigga you facing
We must be patient better than communication
Known to damage and highly like gas stations
I left that ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass
I'm busting and making motherfuckers
Don't take your for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the was planted
My lyrics the planet
It's to Rhythm Nation
But out, forgive me Janet
Who's in I'm activating your souls
You know, the way the games get
You, two years ago, a of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows mind
Bear to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote
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) tonight's the
I got my made up, come on
Get in get in too
Let it ride tonight's the

I come through with two packs
Of the bomb for protection
So my fucking sac won't
nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of MC's
Shows my heart's as cold as the
Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too
Rough and raw with motherfucking 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 leave a mark on your
As the deadly vibes spread through your like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I blasting
I use my to assassinate assassin's for those asking
Opposed to laughing, raw maniacal
Laughter the chances of the killing
Why is that? 'cause smiling faces
You believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip your throat and make it to breathe
Your whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason
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 no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the
Your already have an about the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on sides of the equator
I rock here to there, to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust straps
As your get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to verbal combat

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I maneuvers
Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. from Staten Isle
Will be back this mess-age don't touch the dial
do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun and my musket blow!
get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's deep felons
Niggas best they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical touch Tical
All up in your motherfucking
banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al
Method Man too tight, you can pull me
take one and pass or that's that ass
Your 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, lyrical gas spitting the tactics
get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it, no replacement
Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm with
Avalanche on your whole when I'm splifted
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 clear spot from the rear
To till every nigga here drop, men I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out your ears pop
Since your crew suit you to shift now you claim you get's lot
With, this underground
I'm dangerous John the bomb analyst
proceeds like keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the
I my escape 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 this got you ope
Get roast, by my Billy Dee .45 Colt
And I'm out for nine (INS the rebels)
West, this, this, this