The hieroglyphics mics of the round table Unstable mc's on stage we the best Get by the dragnet cascade Now on you can this
It's mo', mo' deadly a 64 The same m.o., I'll you slow When you hear me for the time It's like you 5-0 with a trunk full of dope You start to speak, like a ho doin' deep throat Next thing you know your my raps instead of your own Over your your new style, can't even think to hit the beat like Like 'till you our sound on wax
Take a hit, I get your brain like an opium stick Feel it deep in your blood Experience the quickening, the light to be flickering 'cause I'm hitting you every perspective No weapons or Just these Travel over all terrains got (? ? ? ? ) I make waves like jupiter, slam into And the shit gets worse on the verse
Chorus: we came to groove tonight, stop, won't stop we move the mic (4x)
Steppin' to touching a thermonuclear conduit Enters my style, is the charged And be with so much That you should not come Death is the And I'm not you ready to go
Opio, each move I make has a Graphically describing like ken nordine While you were snorting coke I wrote thwarting all attempts to undermine hiero Blind to nothin', all sting professor x Step in the circle it complex No sustaining the hanging Necks snap the impact Your world black from the rap
Yeah, but now it's to speak my peace To muthaphuckas who more out of life than just jeeps And who find whatever in the dope ass speech a smoke-out, freestylin' With right down the street it can't stop, won't stop like a hit and run I guess (? ? ? ? ) mc's is never done But that's I love to battle you sucka ass Hit 'em the 012 And leave with my pockets
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