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Word is bond, my ain't wack And any nigga who thinks that, they must can't rap and can't get I got dues receipts, peeps who make mad beats So, if you get souped, I add
in Chief of the belief, fonta leafs burn slower The end knot mixin' E and J with soda me geeked up So, if you got weed speak up So, I can twist up and leave you that shit in tea cups
We bust the that matter While you your own boys, just to check to see who's fatter I put it like McGyver, bombin' your rhyme cypher Helpin' to funk like diapers
I'm one of them prime time rhymers rotation but I'm patient 'Cause Tame One owe no station Nathan I'd rather hide my tape collection I'm Nixon Watergate nine-six in effect, the deck's
Crews get out quick, who's the best? Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two get taken out quick, who's the best? Tame and MC El bringin' to ya chest, one two
My forms, patterns, some might think arrogant I'm transparent but with lyrics, it's That I be the greater rhyme with the data Saturn Sega, player, wack nigga
Instant flow, like five grits flips To for the Jack's haps, be on some other shit Uncover skits like a dick hits all different directions, chop you into sections
Like a jigsaw, shit be raw, for all y'all tall Raps, and brawls, touch all with the gall Foot in the mix like grammar forms, check the track Flip the song, From the Bong', wrong
Side in your ride, graffitism gaggin' off the lyrical jism New Jersey native, creative the sorts B-boy wishin' for check the injury report
But there are no in this rap lord's rest Open wide niggaz, we it to ya chest
Crews get taken out quick, the best? Tame and MC El lyrics to ya chest, one two Crews get out quick, who's the best? Tame and MC El bringin' to ya chest, one two