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Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
BM = Brother Marquis
FKI = Fresh Kid Ice
TO = Both of them together
Verse 1
[BM] The party people love it when we take the stand
With
1, 2, 1, 2
I am the dominating Fresh Kid Ice
And I am the Brother Marquis, Marquis your brother
And introducing to you on the two turntables
kissin'
But oh I beg your pardon, the race, is startin'
The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard
And it's a feet for you to meet me on any
Yo, Jam Boy Magic, Mr. Fantastic
Masterful mind, the list that I've crafted
Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard
Half smooth criminal
she pass through
Ooh! can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach you
Yo check her she
unitin' Detroit like Benetton
An angry DJ breaking records with Lynn Swann
Thinkin' I'm fresh whipping' a Cadillac Cimarron
Tinted out switches, cell phone
Drip drip with d ice everywhere Crispy
Stop by d club pls dj don't hype me
Tracks hot they confess how it's slapping
Real hard on d know Zero capping
...
Cuttin' niggas off they was dead weight
Walked by the bitch now your bitch need a neck brace
Fucking on your bitch til the bed break
Realest niggas
capital, lot of cats travel to black eratical
Say, my response is invatically yes
We invatically fresh, you dramatically stressed
These mc's proceed
sound like
"Ratata-tat-TAT"
Were you inspired by cat's hat?
'Cause that's wack
Ineffective attacks
I'll make you pay like tax
Man I spit so fresh and so
distractions, That backtrack, Long as, I'm treated invisible
Surviving with minimal, Seen as minuscule
Portrayed as criminal, Targeted subliminal
From
Criminals are stopped dead in their tracks sometimes even masterminds
How does it do it
How does he move'em
How does he groove'em
How can he make these types
a criminal and cuff me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up - I ain't trippin'
In the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with
Yak
(Faint just killed this shit boy)
Uh
Uh
Uh
I might criminal
Running round cynical
You working in a cubicle audition for a musical
Blood over
siempre
Diaz Brothers, stay caliente
Hot to death, when me and Wop rock the set
B.K. to B.X. straight lockin it (yeah)
All why'all other DJ's be poppin
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
to a ghetto celebrity,
(Nobody, nobody)
Ah (ah)
I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven, reasons
That are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens
Smoke wet,
Peace, peace
Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white
kind of fresh
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re soft but you’re fronting
Like you’re stressed?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re only into rap
non-believers
I came in the door, became one of y'alls leaders
In the fresh pair of Air Force One sneakers
Uptown we call 'em uppies when they on divas
non-believers
I came in the door, became one of y'alls leaders
In the fresh pair of Air Force One sneakers
Uptown we call 'em uppies when they on divas
XRP to the moon baby
Move over slim shady
It's hazey B in the future I'm a DJ
But today I'm day trading
Raging at player haterss not getting their
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