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Chorus Rock you x6 Come on x2 A yo yall rappers less play What I'm about to say Will probably hit yall niggas in a real strange way Shmucks, ducks and half hearted prankster crews Willie dank Langston Hughes Put shanks in crews I debut to make the news and I've been killing it since Still in the trench Buzzin off the killin dispense I want my niggas out that barbwire still in the fence Verbal assassin I'm a killer still in a sense Rhymes is graphic Aimin straight at your minds and blast that weak shit The pieces and particles of fragments mad vocabulist Yes I must confess I'm like Diddy tryin to sink a slug in Elliots chest Just taste on that it's Black you can tally up that You never knew that fate cut you until your belly was wet New Delian cat the Fraggle Rock scully is split its Black comin You can tell it's a hit Comin to drop you nigga SongtexteChorus We will Rock you x6 Yo yall savages is primitive I'm true penmanship Here come the neuro-linguistic rhyme hypnotist Making sound waves Prisoners outta the listeners Legendary magnificent Pope distributors Man I remain lives ahead of the game Slang play off the meter cause its never the same Niggas tell me how they never comin better then frame They love what I say Here come the rebel breaking the frame and it's all true My earning bars arts is martial I'm comin to off you I aint tryin to argue When you least expect it I'm gonna step out the darkroom pull out the hardware tools the particles will spark you My niggas wraps give a slice I spit nice fucking around this twice As much as rhythm is rolling a dice To choose one the noose or the gun Cause you're getting banged or hanged Thought second to none nigga Chorus Yo check it out whether you ballin or just one the wall and groovin groovin We've come to get it kickin and get the movement movin For Tracey and Tamika and for Shelly and Susan Styles make you wonder what the hell he was usin Remember your development with out any music Spit so many spears it's becoming a nuisance to some But to whoever want to know who the truth is You never heard another on the mic as ruthless I drink a little liquor a lot of water and juices It make money aint no need for makin excuses Burn you fuckin with a South Philly exclusive Them long dick niggas with real short fuses that go off Chick likes Riq, you Such a show off You cut your locks down to a fro than cut your fro off I been at your show there aint no way to cut your flow off You got to be the illest emcee that people know of word I will rock you x2 Chorus Aus Songtexte Mania