Lyrics:
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
the mix like gumbo
Now how can I stay humble
And make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
Now
you heavy metallers
Funky beat peddlers, listen to the editors
Like fire in the kettle
I bring the heat if it's metal with a scorn to settle
This
take the chance cause you don't want to miss
Jazzy Joyce on the mix, rock my funky beat, bust this
(It's in my shape
About to work me to death)
This shit kinda different
Put my wrist up in this bitch and whip it watch me mix it
Ima beat it down and punch it up like Sonny Liston
4 days sober I
this mail
[Verse 1]
Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I touch down
I'ma go by me a check with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
wrong
Gotta get my point across it's been way too long
By any means necessary got nothing to lose
Make beats, burn trees, while we playing the blues
All
[talking]
Excuse me for not introducing myself correctly
I am the Man on Fire, A.K.A. the Mix Tape Messiah
A.K.A. the Chamilli-nator ha-ha, Smallz
Ayy, shoutout Jack for this beat too, man
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
, ayy
I put two lines of Tris in my soda then I mix
And I bet two hundred
We launch shock waves
From a dark cave
Cobra Kai Karate
Bending the sky now mix it with the breakbeat latte
It's gonna make you sick y'all なにもわかんねー
(Clips)
I mix the Codeine with the Promethazine (Drank)
Been in the field since sixteen (Sixteen)
Chrome Heart tee with the Rick jeans (Ricky)
Wake up
One two three lemme hop on this beat
Cuz these bitches ain't shit when you compare em to me
Sike
I got my limits but I'll still be a G
Shout-out
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
Da da da da da da
Yes yes yes yes yes yes
It's me again baby, Timbaland
And uh, we doin' somethin' like dis
Hear da beat?
Uh
Say what?
That's
an airline 'cause easily I'm that high
Fist full of money mix some green in with your black eye
Greedy like a fat guy, I eat a nigga franchise
I beat him by
knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty two
cockatoo
I might eat a cock or two
Call me by my name cause I couldn't give a fuck or two
Pop like I'm swedish, Max on the beat, like
Who that be? Did
the hell cares?
I’m dropping sick beats
Larissa coming at you with the rhymes
Violent thoughts in peaceful times
Leaving cookies out for Santa
Bitch, why?
Clay-Doh the World Destroyer
Jayree on them beats
Not getting better, Clay-Doh (ha ha)
It's getting worse (haanh)
(ha ha)
verse 1
Unh
I'm
"Ah HEY, all--"
"Attention, ladies and gentlemen" *cut and scratched*
[Evidence] (Iriscience)
Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night
When we
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
Two times on the dime block but what it means when trust stops
All this code and all these rules but what it means when someone die
Watch over me,
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
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