Lyrics:
evening, Mr
Tiny Tim i'd like to ask him
To say a few words
Oh, hello to you nice Beatles ah
It's so wonderful
What a thrill it is talking here ah
In Mr
other rappers are stiff and don't riff with
Mr. Smith, 'cause that ain't safe
I get you wide open like an uncut eighth
I write to fight, don't bite,
Why don't you fly on by?
If your flock dives you'll die
Why don't you fly on by?
If your flock dives you'll die
Why don't you fly on by?
If your
quickly bring the fight to you if you're to blame
My axe blade is made of diamonds and I'm comin' for all the hivin' minds that are havin' trouble
Still
and thugs
Whoever want to test this, we fill 'em with slugs
My jewlery gliestenin', rhymes usually sickenin'
Game like Fab 5 at Michigan, you listening?
and some money, praying to God or whoever above me
These are the bars that I put in my tummy and spit the shit out like I ate something funny
Fuck it I'll
bars, you know no one distorting me
Say the World R Us, I wouldn't say it's ours you see
Ruthless suited people take liberty so Eazih E
Teasing we, you
and hidin
is you gonna start your slippin and slidin
man I thought you had this game in a snag
How do it feel with real niggas in your ass
Listen Mr
I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
In The "R" We Trust, c'mon
Jada
hypertention. That niggas is getting salty
I'm quick to pop off back the fuck up off me
Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla
Mr. Street life show you
while you just wait and sit
Tell me, are you done
Baby, I know, I know that we're meant to be
We're meant to be, oh yea, oh please
Be right by my side
You
don't trust 'em
Snitches, don't want 'em in my shit
We in a tunnel, buyin' mo' by the bundle
You know when we come through, get it right
But dead? right,
who I'm talking to
Fuckin who? Fuck you, dude
Fuck how I'm regarded
Or if I get bombarded
By sick creationists who are borderline retarded
Yeah,
and hidin
is you gonna start your slippin and slidin
man I thought you had this game in a snag
How do it feel with real niggas in your ass
Listen Mr
You're a therapist
This uh Hash-Browns as you guys call him
It's just a part of you uh
Mr Z
Aye that's Tiga Z
Ah yes Tiga Z
Has to just learn to let go
give you an excuse to do it too, no, no
Mr. Officer, I can't breathe
'Cause you've been pressin' my neck wit' your knees, for years now
We're no
hear Craig Mack, Notorious B.I.G.
Latifah, Heavy D, you should reminisce of me
Some say it's Naughty By Nature-'hip-hop in all its glory'
A fleet
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like bragging
Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon
I told you I'm out to stalk,
Last nigga tried me, died
sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendix
Dexterity hurled is about to rally the world
You can't write without using like, what are you some type
Flow so sick
I should be in an ambulance
Don't fuck around
You can call Mr. Abstinence
I'm sipping on my absinthe
Trippin like a gimp legged kid
But
man I thought you had this game in a snag
How do it feel with real niggas in your ass
Listen Mr. Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice
just the mark of the greats.
Welcome to the unicorn, hit you and whoever’s born,
Legacy will carry on, bodies then are piled upon,
Shit will turn
Hey, yeah, I like this right here
Makes me feel free
It's got that, uh, you know
That bom, ba-dum bum, ba-da-da-da-da (Mr.)
Bom, ba-dum bum,
at whoever, that's your only defense
Had a job, you was poppin', now you lonely as shit
Mental blocks, every shot was harder than before
Like bootleg
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