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One two, I´m bout to set this up, Like this<br>Hip hoppers check it,<br>[Chorus]<br>Another MC lose his life tonight Lord,<br>I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ<br>Why? <br>Oh Lord, Father don´t let him BURY me, whoa<br>I horn MC´s like mephistophales bringin´ SWORDS OF DAMOCILES<br>Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy<br>Abstract rap simple with a street format<br>Gaze into the sky and measure planets by paralac<br>Check out the retro great motion killed the notion <br>of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation<br>I feel like Rockwell, somebody´s watching me<br>I got no privacy whether on land or at sea<br>And for your bitin´ zealots, your rap´s a cacophonic<br>If a prick predict but deep inside you wish you had a pop hit<br>It hurts don´t it, a refugee come to your turf, <br>To take over the earth...<br><br>(Lauryn)<br>See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes<br>That can only get down with my crew<br>And if you try to take lines and buy grines<br>We´ll show how the refugees do,<br><br>Behold it´s my own manifold on your rhymes<br>Two MC´s can´t occupy the same space at the same time<br>It´s against the law of physics<br>So weep as your sweet dreams break up like the rythmics rap rejects<br>My tape deck ejects projectile<br>Whether Jew or Gentile I rentile percentile<br>Many styles more powerful than gamma rays<br>My grandma pays like Carlos Santana plays <br>Black Magic Woman<br>So while you fumin´ I´m consumin´ mango juice under pularis<br>You just embarrassed cuz it´s your last tango IN PARIS<br>And even after all my logic and my theory, <br>I ADD a muthafucker so you ignorant niggas hear me<br>And remember take notes, cuz I SOE MY RAP OATS<br>For all you bitin´ zealots, here´s a quote<br><br>Aye another MC lose his life tonight, oh<br>I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ, why,<br>Oh Lord, Father don´t let him bury we, aye.<br><br>You can try but you can´t divide the tribe,<br>These cats can´t rap mister author i feel no vibe<br>The magazine said THE GIRL shoulda went solo, <br>The guy should stop rappin´, vanish LIKE MENUDO<br>Took it to the heart but every actor plays his part<br>As long as someone was listenin´ i knew it was a start<br>for me to get a chance grab my pen and revamp<br>Do a CAMEO while everyone do the dance (do the dance)<br>Quit now cuz you´re runnin´ out of luck-a<br>Playin´ mister big I´m gonna get you sucka<br>While you munchin´ at your luncheon I´ll be plannin´ <br>your assassination and hit you like the dutchman..<br><br>I compress sound sets my rap DBX<br>Then drop vocals on my four five six amtax<br>Bring terror to the shop of horrors <br>As she cry mi amour the Phantom dies in the opera<br>And to the youngin´s who carry gadgets,<br>and kill six days a week and rest on the Sabbath<br>(hold up hold up) violence ain´t necessary <br>Unless you provoke me then get buried like the great Mussolini<br>And for you bitin´ zealots, your rap stars are relics<br>No matter who you damage, you still a forced PROFIT.<br><br>[Chorus]
Letra nueva de la canción
One two, I´m bout to set this up, Like this<br>Hip hoppers check it,<br>[Chorus]<br>Another MC lose his life tonight Lord,<br>I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ<br>Why? <br>Oh Lord, Father don´t let him BURY me, whoa<br>I horn MC´s like mephistophales bringin´ SWORDS OF DAMOCILES<br>Secret service keep a close watch as if my name was Kennedy<br>Abstract rap simple with a street format<br>Gaze into the sky and measure planets by paralac<br>Check out the retro great motion killed the notion <br>of biting and recycling and calling it your own creation<br>I feel like Rockwell, somebody´s watching me<br>I got no privacy whether on land or at sea<br>And for your bitin´ zealots, your rap´s a cacophonic<br>If a prick predict but deep inside you wish you had a pop hit<br>It hurts don´t it, a refugee come to your turf, <br>To take over the earth...<br><br>(Lauryn)<br>See my rhymes, are the type of fly rhymes<br>That can only get down with my crew<br>And if you try to take lines and buy grines<br>We´ll show how the refugees do,<br><br>Behold it´s my own manifold on your rhymes<br>Two MC´s can´t occupy the same space at the same time<br>It´s against the law of physics<br>So weep as your sweet dreams break up like the rythmics rap rejects<br>My tape deck ejects projectile<br>Whether Jew or Gentile I rentile percentile<br>Many styles more powerful than gamma rays<br>My grandma pays like Carlos Santana plays <br>Black Magic Woman<br>So while you fumin´ I´m consumin´ mango juice under pularis<br>You just embarrassed cuz it´s your last tango IN PARIS<br>And even after all my logic and my theory, <br>I ADD a muthafucker so you ignorant niggas hear me<br>And remember take notes, cuz I SOE MY RAP OATS<br>For all you bitin´ zealots, here´s a quote<br><br>Aye another MC lose his life tonight, oh<br>I banged out you brain to Jesus Christ, why,<br>Oh Lord, Father don´t let him bury we, aye.<br><br>You can try but you can´t divide the tribe,<br>These cats can´t rap mister author i feel no vibe<br>The magazine said THE GIRL shoulda went solo, <br>The guy should stop rappin´, vanish LIKE MENUDO<br>Took it to the heart but every actor plays his part<br>As long as someone was listenin´ i knew it was a start<br>for me to get a chance grab my pen and revamp<br>Do a CAMEO while everyone do the dance (do the dance)<br>Quit now cuz you´re runnin´ out of luck-a<br>Playin´ mister big I´m gonna get you sucka<br>While you munchin´ at your luncheon I´ll be plannin´ <br>your assassination and hit you like the dutchman..<br><br>I compress sound sets my rap DBX<br>Then drop vocals on my four five six amtax<br>Bring terror to the shop of horrors <br>As she cry mi amour the Phantom dies in the opera<br>And to the youngin´s who carry gadgets,<br>and kill six days a week and rest on the Sabbath<br>(hold up hold up) violence ain´t necessary <br>Unless you provoke me then get buried like the great Mussolini<br>And for you bitin´ zealots, your rap stars are relics<br>No matter who you damage, you still a forced PROFIT.<br><br>[Chorus]
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