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Changed my man.
"Makin y'all."
Gotta get the cash gotta get the
Gotta keep my
Gotta get the cash gotta get the
Peace to Town Shipment
I'm smoother than that Lex your
the rack and pinion
and tires that be gripping
Sometimes I if MC's really know
Mack's eternal to burn you
in ten feet, of snow
I the mic and turn in-to Ali Baba
With just a dabber, my are guaranteed to grab ya
I got funk the bass and soul
Cause I've rockin on the mic since nine years old
And I can groove with that, fat
rhymers when you're that
MC's a headache
and find some Nuprin's at
I'm on the case like P.I., F.B.I.
lookin for a man the reason why
And it'll cost than Lee Majors
to fix MC's I kicks my flavor
Puff and and blow the House down
is what the Mack do whenever I get
Gettin down, (get down)
One two, man's in full effect
Gotta get the gotta get the dough
Move with the
we makes the moves on down
Kick the funk, hahhhh.
I'm like the rapper, known to man
Got MC's meltin in and not inside my hand (c'mon)
And you can try to, a rhyme-a
but the pace that I race'll have you lookin a old timer (old timer)
Do you to pay a visit, to rhyme exquisite (aheh)
that'll leave you standin colder than a winter (AHH)
Mack's engagin, extra
you fazin? Power Rangers ain't more amazin (amazin)
Rhyme flipper, (uh-huh, say what)
Rip-a-rhyme-double-dipper you talkin on my zipper
I want to know who's naughty or nice
with the device, turnin men into mice (yeah)
I can funk back and forth, forth and back
Ride more super rhymes the track, tell em Mack (tell em)
I got Bad Boy as my (that's right)
As we kick on the funk called MC
Got flow for days, got rhymes to (uh-huh, c'mon)
Got the brand new funk, here's the new craze boyeee
Mack the (one two)
We break all of the funk on (yeah)
Gotta get the gotta get the dough
Mo Bee, it.
Bustin out, in the
moves, with the flavor
One two, as we get
We get like this
Come on everybody, let's all get
Got rhymes by the ton you weighs a pound (whoo!)
Supercagafragalistic of hyper MC
That be me, twenty-twenty not see (can't see)
I feel the pressure, of an MC aggressor
that I got a rhyme for in my top
Mack, Bad Boy representin
Fat be gettin, for Fat Funk be hittin (c'mon)
It's this man's turn to
my birth, a penny now is MC's worth (c'mon)
And are nuttin but a joke-a take a toke-a
fatter than the Ayatollah
Can't nuttin ever stop the Mack plans
to grab MC's, and crush em in my (as we get busier)
Like I said before, here comes the
Power-packed in black, to you see mad graphics
As we get
in with the funk that hits on the floor
Gotta get the gotta get the dough