歌曲歌詞
Yo microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassins with the ruff neck business
I float like gravity never had a cavity
Got more rhymes than the win ans got family
No need to sweat arsenic to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game cause I’ll always be the same
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
You wanna doss the fifer but you still don’t know the half
I sport new balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
Messing round with this you catch the sizing of me
I never half step cause I’m not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr pepper
Refuse to compete with BS competition
Your name ain’t special ed so won’t you suckle with the mission
I never walk the streets think it’s all about me
Even though deep in my heart it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say yo shorty black you’re bugging out
Zulu nation brothers that’s creation
Minds get flooded ejaculation right on the two inch tape
The abstract poet incognito runs the cape
Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
Point across so bust the floss
As I go in between the grit and the dirt
Listen to the mission listen miss as I do work um
As I crack the monotone children of the jazz so get your own
Smoking R&B cause they try to do me
Or the best of the pack but they can’t do rap for it’s abstract original
You can’t get your own and that’s pitiful
I know I’d be the man if I cold yanked the plug
On R&B but I can’t and that’s bugged
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Yo when you bug out you usually have a reason for the action
Sometimes you don’t it’s just for mere satisfaction
People be hounding always surrounding
Pulsing just like a migraine pounding
You don’t really fret you stay in your sense
Commanded your feeling of absolute tense
You soar off to another world deep in your mind
But people seem to take that as being unkind
Oh yo he’s acting stank really on a regal
A man of the fame not a man of the people
Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough sucks
Once again a case of your feet in my Nike’s
If a crowd is in my realm I’m saying mic please
Hip hop is living can’t yank the plug
If you do the result will end up kind of bugged
Yo I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the w**d out
Ali shammed Muhammad used to say I had to be out
Scheming on the cookies with the crazy booming back buns
Pushing on the real hardest so we can have the big fun
When I left for Rosie I was boulevard status
Battling a MC was when tip was at his baddest
It was one MC after one MC
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
Do I have the formula to save the world
Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
I’m the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you’re feeble
I go out with the strongest and I separate the evils
It’s your brain against my mind for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out
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