McFly @ the Opera (feat. Billy Shakes, Prime & Truth)

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The Greenwich Village Orchestra (GVO) is a semi-professional orchestra based in the heart of Greenwich Village. It is made up of volunteer musicians and performs six scheduled concerts per season from September to June. Concerts are usually held in the auditorium of the Washington Irving High School. more »

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My crew do be signing boobies, copping rubies
Smoking doobies, *hock* *spit*, catching scoobies
Watching movies in jacuzzis, drinking Truly's
'Cause they're delicious
My rhymes are vicious, yours fictitious, mine malicious
I don't blame these other rappers for being suspicious -
Of how I got the flow that they dream 'bout in their wildest wishes
I go ham on all my hooks just like some fucking fishes
Snap on stage and blow your baby girl some kisses,
And you can't make a scene, she's actually just your mistress
This is ridiculous, I can't believe my shit is
Poppin' off like this, word to moms, pops is my witness
Talking to baby girl and she was like, "Hello"
Said, I'm a mellow fellow, exuding yellow
My aura so bright, like diamonds
With no watch, but I'm shining
Don't cop the bling to up my swag, that's freestylin'
Bastard flow, nastier than cashis blow
Rope-a-dope against George foreman in 74
October's truest very own, brought to you on the third
'95, 25 comin' soon, ya heard
Word to my momma, no drama, trynna make commas
Yo, f*ck the White House, sit me down with Obama
Like ayy, wuddup Barrack, I'm just grinding and struggling
Smoking all this dope, but hey, I gotta die from something
No mo' backtrackin' or napsackin' or backpacking
I'm back clapping the beat, back rapping some heat
Back strapped with a piece, no, strapped with some peace
So, when you put your hands up, I won't shoot like police
Sheesh, I'll beat your ass down and then cheese
Put ya to rest and bless your soul just like a sneeze
Jeez, I'm got bars, my connection is good
F*ck you, "I'm out of line," I step correct when I should
Good god, good golly, and good gracious
Talk down on my name, bro, that shit is fallacious
Keep that same energy, boy., I'm always vivacious
Audacious, tenacious, and just a little flirtatious
You know that my vocab is so rad, that's no cap
Looking around seeing these mothafuckas toe tap
Bangers, vibes, all that, I blow that
Got everybody asking, "Shakes, where your next show at?"
Ring, ring, ring, Prime's here with a bag of lube
Ready to f*ck your plans up like I'm spilling food'
I'm in the club with a Coogi on like it's '92
Waitin' on you to try me, like the song I'm singing to
Shakes, you spittin' loogies? Well, I'm robbin' houses
Sippin' Henny, while staring daggers and half smilin'
They think I'm wildin' 'cause the weed and liquor got me stylin'
Now put your hands up if you saying, "F*ck the drama"
F*ck problems, f*ck for mileage
And if you do, just don't end up with a toddler
You gon' find me sipping Henny with problems
I came here with two damn blunts and an ice to sip
I might be colder than some ice chips or a scorn bitch
And if you questioning my bars, go and suck my dick
Yeah, suck my dick
Primetime
I released the hounds by the sound of a gun at point blank range
Claimed to be insane in the brain plus mentally deranged
Cause I'm ill, in for the thrill, to be surreal
No damage done, still number one, the chosen son
I'll reap your benefits, hold up your mind for commonsense
I'm taking gems 'cause the rest are all counterfeit
Are you a Montagu or Capulet
'Cause at the end it doesn't matter, this mount I'll use, your cap will split
It's evident that I'm gonna cause a scene with the management
F*ck the rules, I am a loose cannon and I'll stand where you sit
I won't submit 'cause I have the power to vanquish all who spit
So, this is it, grab all your shit cause it's time for you to quit
I can admit that I do type these bars for the skeptics
On this mic I am the full price, you're only half the cent
Try to repent to your landlord for skipping out on rent
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes left
I'ma keep fighting for peace until my last dying breath
Keeping my eye on the fouls, you can call me the ref
No haters fucking with me, but I simply digress
The Truth, Grand Lotus, the proof is beating inside my chest

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