Дух Хип – Хопа Куплет № 1: Здесь левый стайл не покатит, Сочиняем мы! Пишем песни о том о чем мечтаем, И… В микро кидаем то что думаем и пишем на листах
Разорванные чувства Куплет № 1: Северные ветра дули до утра В руках тетрадь в мыслях она В глазах печаль в душе тоска И в сердце боль и боль в висках
this b-boy thing. If it’s broke, then fix it. if it’s wack, you mix it. Can’t none of you mc’s ever **** with these. You be crazy on my ****, like some
wit glass Ywah, it can be who? Sheek, the MC Spit hard, the MC, in the yard, the MC I eat dictionaries and spit out little pieces of paper That's why
that they wanna send me to the bottom of the ocean But I am a ship that's so many years, but I'm maintaining Plain sailing, no commotion Like a dolphin, when it's
the target is the prime objective I create psychic walls harder than cement is Nobody enters, nobody exits I wreck shit with methods, electric like the Pentagon's fences MC's
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah Somebody's cryin'? I know somebody's cryin' Who's cryin'? Yo, somebody's cryin
back! Young thing, beauty queen, baby got back Since the dawn of time it's always been true Hot girls, guys will do anything for you It's not misogyny
'll grow up, And turn tears to laughter, Hate to love, war to peace, And everyone To everyone's neighbor, And misery and suffering Will be words to be forgotten Forever) It's
Unit And i aint sleepin till my click pop em swimmin in bowls of money Micheal walking around with a head em cause it's Charley mc dummy it's funny niggaz
the genuine, breakin a bond and gettin mine So freeze, I'm makin it flow with ease And droppin the funkiest lyrics that ever been known to mc's Cause
case, it's all about the choices you make That's the reason your balloon'll deflate, but to relate We tryin' to take rap back to it's primitive state
I proceed to bust a buster 'cause I trust the finer design in the mind of the rhyme Just about impossible to find What a disgrace to the race of wack mc's
just can't, just can't wait In the victim's mind, he's ready He is ready to exploit the weakness Of the century's greed and feebleness And the lies they
the target is the prime objective I create psychic walls harder than cement is Nobody enters, nobody exits I wreck shit with methods, electric like the pentagon's fences Mc's
pass out followed by skin rash itching diarrhea nausea and dry mouth you want a time out? you better spit a rhyme out before the community of real mc's
an R&B, pop star, rock 'n roller I'm a underground rapper with a chip on my shoulder You mindless, spineless, jellyfish I eat MC's which is my favorite dish I sailed
