I got the recipe to be the mc you see My is sword my ammunition the vocabulary I'm the type you just sit and listen when I've enough of your shit I take mind to prison when I drop my poetry everybody gets frantic I put you down bitch like the ice did I this ruff rugged and raw I do a lot of crazy shit I like to explore take things to a limit definitely unheard watch your as the air gets filled with verbs hit the cause you getting something you don't deserve ugly as a mother fucker the singer from the Verve
Todos me miran reconocen este siempre en en la cima yo estoy fijo latino orgulloso con que complican tu formula de pensar sin saber que representar es fundamental, es que siempre hago pase lo que pase tengo outland por mi ven conmigo y djame ensearte el y las entraas de este laberinto formado con soy representante de un que queda la historia clavado en tu personaje carismtico, como discantar estos versos es mi
I come right-n-exact with a impact The is Acorn Blasting off roofs I brainstorm stay calm Never forget it, kid, prospects are pathetic kids, careers are as short as a minute is Let it be for a minute, when I kick yo ass it'll in it, You'll never receive a medallion with a mic in it, often it is cats like you I feed my with You have been a poet, but a dancer, kid The only bugging me be the eternal Q's, so now I search for that make fire, so I can be crews, at first I chew ya nerves in two, I turn into a pyromaniac and serve ya wit hell till they in two, I bring out the worst in you, make you turn like some perverts do, I'll keep being annoying till the is thru breathing and Armageddon comes thru, Outland and A make you run home early if you had a curfew... WHUT!
Me Jab phi kareeb na bekhabarr Warna kalam karrde ka je sultan tera Tu mujhse Na larna warna kaat ka teri jarr jobake tujhe phaink do ka Waqas ali se na le Tu guli ka lafanga me jadookarr Eik se tujhe na raib kia To naam waqas nahi Tere baas nahi pyas nahi Mere saat jang karne ke liye baas hatiyarr nahi Abey tu Tu ga nahi sakta mere Mujh chasa banna chata hai kute tu tunn Dekho zara eik zara bata tu hai kia shay nahi ke dhashatkard hoon me Eik nazar se mujhe dekh me tujhe jala doon Ye bata doon ke mei wo kala jadoon Harr eik jang ki bazi mei me hara doon Zindagi ke bare me eik do cheeze tujhe bata
I'm a you near Don't be Or this sultan cut'll cut head of Be afraid don't or I'll separate you from your roots Eat you raw and you out Waqas ali is not the one to with You just a street And I'm a If I make you vanish with one stare then change my name You ain't got the it takes You ain't got thirst it To go to war with me you got the weapon it takes Yo listen you sing my song Wanna be just like me you must be at yourself then tell me what you worth Did you I'm a terrorist One look and you'll burn Letting you that I am you call black magic In every single you'll loose Letting you a thing or two about life
Nr jeg mit dub op s rynkes der p nsen af mc'er Der har ved at kapere en hvid kngt der kaster w'er Men i '94 var vi ved at For Mack 10 og MC Ren og kan du se jeg vil hen Vi Westside Slaughta House med Cube og WC Og nr jeg hlder l ud er det for Ben og Og nr jeg glor ondt p din ho og get the fuck out jeg p Gangsta Dresta, Compton Crips og B.G. KnockOut Nr jeg str op i boksen p et track med Tnker jeg p min lokale diner's tuna sandwich (mon jeg gr) S lad vr at spille dum kngt for nu du the deal & du har hrt det fra Den AKA Madness 4 Real
I be the Dane Half moro - Viking Faithful of GOD He my only I gave like a storm Crossing the sea to the of N.Y. With my sable attached to the 5 on my back right Paying dues - second generation bout to present the trend form representing hip hop thru the millennium And then some - large - legendary like biggie smalls Leave my sable by his El salutes the greatest one