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Now, here I go again, ready to flow again
And if the coast ain't clear, hell yeah, I'm still goin' in
Get it together or you'll be layin' on a stretcher
I betcha I'mma getcha, the number one heart stresser
Sorry, black, that's right, it's a cardiac arrest
Try to triple team the best? Then where's Party at?
Lost to no one, a warrior like Shogun
And when the show's done
Stacks and stacks is how the hoes come
I bruise your feelings, confidence is to the ceiling
If I'm sick, I pick the chick for sexual healin'
I'm unique, a freak like Malik
In the twilights with more highlights than Dominique
Around my boys is where the jel' stops
Up to the streets, the jeeps, my peeps in the cell blocks
I'm not the best but I give you stress
To flatter me, your strategy gotta be more complex than chess
Stop bluffin' 'cause you ain't sayin' nothin', G
And start duckin', I'm the A-to-the-fuckin'-G
Last LP, we got down right
Showed all these corny motherfuckers
What hip-hop's supposed to sound like
See A.G. and the brother Show
Quiet as kept, it's best that you step on the low
Okay if you managed to get to this part of the description box, wow you are amazing! Thanks for that, now lets talk a bit about some random things like what food do you like? Are you into Vegan Burgers, or could you be into Pizza, I guess you probably like Pizza, I mean who does not? And you like Hip Hop? The golden Age, then maybe you realized the Lyrics in the beginning? Well here is another classic part by the one an only...
Well, it's me, meanin' the A to the dash
I'm fast to get the cash, now I'm goin' like the past
What's the remedy?
Suckers better get they own identity
And to the enemy, you better roll like it's ten of me
Fake lords, they get strangled with mic cords
Takin' beats from my LP for sure ain't healthy
Patterson Projects is where I rest
But I claim the whole planet 'cause it's mine, goddamn it
I'm God, quick to pull a fake brother card
Wrecked Boston, runnin' shit in Portland like Rod
It's hard to face defeat when you're raised in the street
No surrender and no retreat
Now, dance with the devil? No, not hardly
Even though I mamba like La Bamba
And smoke ganja like Bob Marley
A bag of sess puts me at my rest
You say it's silly, that's my theory
Get the Philly and let it rest
Okay and we are not stoping, I will keep on typing until I fall asleep or my laptop runs out of battery. I want to get the 5000 optional caps full :)
Brothers can’t believe how the skills have gotten
Brothers can’t believe how the skills have gotten
and here you go:
If you don't know me by now I doubt you'll ever know me
I never won a Grammy, I won't win a Tony
But I'm not the only MC keepin' it real
When I grab the mic to smash a rapper, girls go, "Ill"
Check the time as I rhyme, it's 1995
Whenever I arrive the party gets liver
Flow with the master rhymer, as I leave behind
The video rapper, you know, the chart climber
Clapper, down goes another rapper
Onto another matter, punch up the data, Blastmaster
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everybody
Call up KRS, I'm guaranteed to rip a party
Flat top, braids, bald heads or knotty dreads
There once was a story about a man named Jed
But now Jed is dead, all his kids instead
Want to kick rhymes off the top of they head
Word, what go around come around I figure
Now we got white kids callin' themselves niggas
The tables turned as the crosses burned
Remember You Must Learn
About the styles I flip and how wild I get
I go on like a space age rocket ship
You could be a mack, a pimp, hustler or player
But make sure live you is a dope rhyme sayer
So if you don't know KRS or Show and AG...
we will go a bit to the west coast
Magnificent rhymer, I'm the ill beat designer
If they ask you if I'm def, don't front and say kinda
Merciless, meticulous, so fresh it's ridiculous
I'm raised in the heart of Los A-N-G-E-L-E-S
King word connector, the vocal projector
Your girl tried to jock me, I had to reject her
Always adventurous voice some say is sensuous
Now, I'm on the mic so I think I better mention this
I don't like Gucci, Fila, Louis, or Fendi
Those are fads and I ain't trendy
But whether your name's Lucy, Terry, Laura, or Cindy
Ice got the beef and this ain't Wendy's
Bust a move while I'm talkin'
Sucker rappers I be stalkin'
When they see me on the street with my homeboy walkin'
They slow down, turn around and ask was that Ice?
Then they see me cold countin' my cash
Rhyme pays!
Moves must be busted, girls can't be trusted
I looked at your lady and I was disgusted
Came into the party just to rock the place
And your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out of my face
I don't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her?
Look at her lips, she got them crazy blisters
Body that smells like the New York Mets
Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat
I hope this something that you never forget
Tie that freak outside next time you come in the set
Because my jams be crazy, packed with all
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