The hieroglyphics mics of the round table Unstable mc's parade on Like we the Get snatched by the Lyrics Now on you can this
It's mo', mo' deadly a 64 The same m.o., I'll you slow you hear me for the first 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 kickin' my instead of your own Over your Create your new style, can't even to hit the beat like that 'till you heard our on wax
Take a hit, I get into your brain like an opium Feel it in your blood vessels the quickening, the light appears to be flickering 'cause I'm you from every perspective No or projectiles Just style miles over all terrains got (? ? ? ? ) I make waves jupiter, slam into earth And the shit gets worse on the next
Chorus: we came to groove tonight, can't stop, stop 'till we the mic (4x)
Steppin' to Like touching a conduit my style, is the child charged And be so much potential you should not come close Death is the And I'm not sure you to go
Opio, each move I has a strategy describing scenarios like ken nordine While you were snorting lines I lines thwarting all attempts to undermine hiero to nothin', all sting like professor x Step in the it gets complex No sustaining the lyrical Necks snap from the Your world turns black the rap
Yeah, but now time to speak my peace To muthaphuckas who need more out of than just jeeps And freaks who find whatever in the dope ass Havin' a smoke-out, With sirens down the street 'cause it can't stop, stop like a hit and run I (? ? ? ? ) mc's work is never done But cool I love to you sucka ass crews Hit 'em the 012 And leave with my pockets
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