Lyrics:
[defari]
A different caliber of mc
This track is filthy, word to o.j., you make me feel guilty
Of first degree soundbwoy murder
Unlike anything
away
My cow for beans!
And without those beans
There'd have been no stalk
To get up to the giants
In the first place!
Wait a minute-
Magic beans
keep on getting mine
So eat a dick
[Chorus 3: (JoJoPellegrino) Kurupt]
What's the verdict yo
(Doing me stuck in my grind)
Let the globe know
(MC
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
simple, created by the temple, the brain
Maintain order with pain, well
Only a lamebrain will be expelled
Big boss, swift with force
And of course,
like a magic
trick turned by a chick with a bad habit
Opportunity to move I grab it
Me and my moms have static, now I wreak Hennesey and havoc
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman Porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes
'neath the floor
And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
And mothers with their babes
later on tonite
Break in your house hang your sister by her shirt
Bury her in the dirt, wait for you moms to get home from work
Id a killed so many M.C
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
animals from east and P
Break foot and mouth, I'm on mad beef
Ain't got time for these Boris Johnson's
Baffled when these man speak
Are they MC's
you up like an angry gorilla
Yeah I'm back in that pattern
I sit up late with a spliff and wait for the magic to happen
Just for rapping wack
Whether jewels and cars or broke by the bars
Y'all keep hatin, hatin, hatin
I love when you hate
When you hate you hate on me for
My grind,
father doesn't want your boyfriend to come over and that we should go home. I was a little confused and mortified because now I had to tell my boyfriend
Mother and father were the tired builders
All this time they've been raising me up
Where did they get all of these magic powers?
Where did they learn
I've met a lot of MCs
Who are jokers and pranksters
(Yes, but you are the Hip Hop Gangster)
To switch around the answer
Bring it right to the top
Sir
Written by Rickie's father, Richard Jones, as a lullaby for her
Live at the Wiltern Theatre (1992)
Don't feel bad
Because the sun went down
The night
a shed
Now I got bars that go over you heads
I was born and raised in The Midlands
Since then I roamed to next kingdoms
I'm sick can tell by my symptoms
is really hard to come by
Neo Yokio is sad and lonely
Sitting counting money in my penthouse
I just wish I had a magic homie
Arcangelo, you're
deal that's never comin' like a priest
Black and white like a nun
These up-and-comers our sun like the break of dawn
So follow your father like
gold, in these racers, I can't see your plan
Heard you dropped that song, I can't rate it, I won't be your fan
Yeah it's basic
We be making magic, Copo
spell my soul
I take my magic
And made spell whit this song
In a carnival
Gypsie woman
She is my father told
In a carnival
Gypsie woman
She is my father
tested
Numerous times
Like Judas, the father's rudest child
Only a winner could lose with a smile
Refusin' to bow
Even the critics of Cormega, enthusiast
Money on my mind so these haters in a way
Having conversation with the paper every day
I ain't talking short bread, girl with that magic cake
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