Lyrics:
Floatin' above everything
I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over n***a fresh off the chain
Beat the slang
Chorus (Fat Pat)
Verse 2 (Big Hawk)
I'ma swang
GridLine Rap Battles harry Truman
Vs godzilla!
Begin
I'm the pinnacle reptile
Call me Monster Zero-One
With the size to back up my rhyme skill
moving fast
Might go ghost like Danny Phantom
Harry, who knew, Houdini sipped martinis
Next to girls in mini itsy bitsy teeny weeny
Yellow polka dot
(Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China
Johnnie Ray) world serves it's own needs
Don't misserve your own needs
(South Pacific, Walter Winchell
Joe DiMaggio)
want to take your place
Those back-stabbers, hey, back-stabbers
[Sandra "Pepa" Denton & Cheryl "Salt" James:]
Check it, everybody sees you as preemy
Shorty
Drop it
Low
To the floor
Then she work back
Up the pole
Just show
She can shoot the breeze
Pour her up a glass
Took a match
To the back
skrrt)
Man, I'm Big Gucci, I wear more Gucci than Harry Styles (it's Gucci)
And it took a while, but real street niggas back in style (Huh?)
Who want
for the nights
And now when I'm at the strip club
When you them choppas out the back window
Better run for your life, bruh
These boys crazy
s, get busy (*drum roll*), aw
On the keys my man James, what you doin back there? (*piano plays*), aw yeah
So we about to do it a little somethin
kind of cowboy I'd be long gone by now
If I were Jesse James, girl you'd never run me down
I'd Tip my Stetson hat
Not look back
As I was walking out
If I
* just to be clear, l boogie does +not+ in this case refer to lauryn hill
[swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started,
and boogie got abundance
When I'm rapping on this beat, it's like somebody cutting onions
When a girl acts right man I swear I'm not accustomed
I would
of the Boyne was fought
By William, James and foreign hoards
And you'll never beat the Irish
No matter what you do
You can put us down and keep us out
But we'll
them husband want cheat pon
Some bwoy a beat iron an a beat pan
While mi roun a yard an a beat pam
Cause him a harry potter them a peter pan She leave
roll with a posse, from strong long to canarsie
Qbc, boogie down bronx, back to marcy
Pass that kiko, I drop a verse that sound slick yo
And your
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
hey
Back by popular demand
I know you all don't listen
But here I am
Friend or fam
I know most of you
By the inside of my hand
Mind spins
Like
Oh yeah
DJ Drama
I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help)
I'm still going, gangster
I sit back and recline, and inhale (and inhale)
a Shocker
James Rhoades
With the Iron for ya
No Avengers,
But Pepper Potts
On the stove top/
Drop on a beat
No Evan Webber
That Knock Knock
I'm
Paving a way
break it down boogie back
Hit the dope I got good crack
I love my stove I am a chef
I cook the coke like red leg zeff
You hit the dope Fried egg your head
Shawty wanna roll
Shawty wanna roll
Say shawty wanna roll
Counting math done got me geeked
I been up for bout' a week
Been 4 days straight bout to beat my
This way was different shit, I ain't afraid to face that
This time, made up my mind, on my grind
On some James Brown, it's the Big Payback
Four by four,
a motherfuckin' pretty-boy
I'm ruthless, I'm not on that goody-goody tip
That shit played out with that beat street/electric boogie shit
I'll stomp any rapper
evil and horrify like damien
who wanna touch it like will smith im gettin jiggy
and everything i spit iz definitely bombdiggy
hold me back im spittin
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