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Come let's sit Where rappers have the rock flip scripts And count the 12 up in the mix Puttin down the Writz MCs walk within The round part off-way beat It took they on somewhere they drift Puttin down the Writz Ear duct probably jump into your mental When you hear what rhyme inventions I been into Just the clear-cut, uncut dope without delusion It's the sheer rough raw preach skills that I'm inflictin In the rear cut, now I'm just spot, peepin my competition Hear what mere mortals could never pull up in my sphere pluck ports Inferior years come and go, it's about to be one Here, cause now it's all I know And here's what they want, up jump the frequencies The Leer jet speeds like sound Surroundin poundin in your eardrum (Watch out now!) Make preparation for it, here it comes (Tumblin down!) For centuries to come and then some Rhyme's Menthol without the hedges And the benz son, time gets stalled A rapper's head is just a emblem on my wall I like to welcome MCs inside of my melodical Monster's Ball SongtexteAnd yes, yes, yaaaalll Come let's sit Where rappers have the rock flip scripts And count the 12 up in the mix Puttin down the Writz MCs walk within The round part off-way beat It took they on somewhere they drift Puttin down the Writz Look out below, Sharky! Got a new machine and now I'm feelin kinda cocky When I grab a pen I hear the theme song from Rocky Rhymes intoxicatin like a warm cup of sake Sock it to me, rock it truly, we ain't never sloppy I could get you higher than the seed of a poppy Choppy rhyme jalopy, moppin oppositions Starvin carbon copy, rock me I'll be rockin noggin Startin wars in your apartment lobby, golly Rhymin like a Simple Simon, timin off and probly Gobblin all them arts I'm often flyin in the sky Sire with the higher fire Choirs till your psyche strikin mightily I cordially invite you all to Come let's sit Where rappers have the rock flip scripts And count the 12 up in the mix Puttin down the Writz MCs walk within The round part off-way beat It took they on somewhere they drift Puttin down the Writz MCGI, people call me Gift When I'm tearin up a party I feel no guilt I tilt scales, build, sell prevail and just wail On MCs with these, a 10th degree blackbelt Verbal warlord 105, the zero look up at the scoreboard Got so high you thought I couldn't ever soar more Baby bye-bye, my rock is takin off (All Aboard!) Into the sky we travelin through sound corridors Way up high we take ya places that ya four-door Couldn't explore and leave the Coliseum tour for- Ever and a day and a hour and 7 minutes and a second Exactly and evermore Come let's sit Where rappers have the rock flip scripts And count the 12 up in the mix Puttin down the Writz MCs walk within The round part off-way beat It took they on somewhere they drift Puttin down the Writz Aus Songtexte Mania