Lyrics:
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
Now I got you looking stiff you numbskull, you`re at a stand still
Still faking that you`re hard with your rhymes and got no hand skills
So I`ll
I play it smooth been playing this by own rules recording off the protocols
I'm slanging whole food
Immaculate than most dudes
I'm bumping Caldwell
rhymes'll split 'em like pimpin', Dom P sippin'
I'm not a baller, haven't even lived it
Women callin', since my days in the crib crawlin'
I plan to live
wanskstas be
Cause back then I used to move them dimes
On the mic I was quick to bust a rhyme
Now I charge a fee just to bust that rhyme
Ice Age, Flipmode ask
I always came back busting rhymes that were special
Back then, I wanted to impress you by addressing the truth
Nowadays, I'm just confessing in
Yo shut up, this is Ice muthafuckin' T
And I've been listenin' to a lotta DJ's
Get on the mike and tryin' to get busy
You know what I'm sayin'?
But
They talkin' shit and wishin'
Some of these guys getting' all hurked up
From a ghost-writtin' rhyme by a chump, word up
It don't make you a big man,
you praise.
The problem with Michael, Counselors told me.
Is that Mike's too big for his age.
Looking for attention, thrown in detention
for turning
on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step on stage, you scream for more
Afrika got rhymes galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll
flip
Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gang bangers at the B boy shows
With the cops trying to control
Wanlov and Open Mike
Hit you like Tina was hoping Ike
Wouldn't
Stop repping for Hiphop
We just couldn't
Listen to the radio play stuff they
Shouldn't
I'm high on life
I'm high in the night
Superstars like why?
Changing the world, with a god damn rhyme
Pushing my self to the point of exhaustion
I
just like living our life
Okay, and you cannot come to the cyfe
Half of these bitches be trife
Okay, I just be balling like mike
Young bull pour the wok
Balmain, that Phillip Lim
They say i'm dressing like Kanye
I'm everything that my rhymes say:
Breadwinner, brand owner
Play Cloths, millionaire
they were written in cursive
I have no opposition to putting artist in hearses
Murmur murder these niggas
Why his rhymes so coercive
We are tune.AMi,
Fuck niggas they be lying in they rhymes
He did the crime but he's scared to do the time
Loose changes niggas on the street dropping dimes
Loose
Acid tripping in the rhymes
God made my mind with an intricate design
Limitless like the infinite divine
This pro tools is an instrument of crime
what you think
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
I remain sober when I drop a hit
But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit
bout some fuckin' bitches
It's cause they don't, take the time, to study the rhyme
They just takin' the test without the fuckin' study guide
Did you even
get inna mood
I was down now I'm up off this shit that do
Ran up a check I just sit in a booth
Stay by myself don't got nuthin to prove
I might get
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