And it's never going out That's why I took this time to spell these lyrics out I wanna give thanx to the lyricists mc's And dj's that brought me near
allow a MC to C-O-M-E, C-L-O-S-E Play me long D-I-S-T-A-N-C-E, MC's On the microphone, I'm nitro, nitro Yo funky I daze amaze faze blaze and beat 'em
's the neighborhood hoods for the Hill that's real Me and mics, that's unlike niggas and dykes So who wanna skate, cause I'm puttin niggas on ice Whatever
the mind (repeat 8x) [prince poetry] Check who gets wreck, it's me, prince po Old school flowing, rolling thick with the o R-g-a-n-i-z-e-d, peace to
Here we go again with the funky intro People approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po E T R Y, yes, and I'm the first batter The Pharoahe usually go first
I'm not the type that you can walk up and eff with Don't sleep, just peep the whole damn concept I'm out to wreck, sucker MC's Steppin' to me with garbage I'm Goldilocks and I'm
Here's car keys, let's party You fake players walkin' streets in mean mug I be makin' records gettin' (mmmh) in the hot tub (rock) in this minneapolis snow I'm
. Faut pas s'conduire comme un butor. Comm' dit Totor, j'y laisse le droit d'la depenser A volonte, d'la ramasser ou d'la placer, De s'tuyauter, d'boursicoter, D
someone call a docta 911 it's emergency go get a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I might O.D. of yoppas Whole
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R All That..Whatever That Is..I'd Sure Likk To Know Ha Ha!! Let Me Kut That Out But Straight Up Mama..I Just Did This Ma Because You Deserve It I'm Out
J'regarde sur ma gauche : R.A.S. Sur ma droite : des chiens d'la casse tenus en laisse Ils se disent : "il a du pez, il faut qu'on lui enleve" Les mecs
les fans, accroupis sont les groupies Ceci n'est pas pour les mineurs J'arrive de l'ouest en C.L.S, Ddes morceaux d'fesses de C.R.S sous les spineurs
like, "Bitch - it's yo' turn!" Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you Even your superficial raps is super official R-R-R-Roc pastel with Gucci on With TV's
they go it's bout the rhymein Now I'm seeing it clearer The season is nearer And still I must change I'm like a broken bill Conservative for the most But I'm
Looked down and I told my shadow we'd make the perfect team In search of cream, my perfect scheme, to purchase things A breathe of fresh air is rare I'm