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You find an MC like me who's strongLeaving motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal supportAnd when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn thoughWith a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thoseWho can withstand, the more power I gainAnd make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brainImagine and keep on wishing upon a starFinally realizing who the fuck we areWhen I penetrate, it's been withstanding, fadedWould it be the greatest MC of all timeWhen I created rhyme for the simple factWhen I attack I crush your prideMy intention to ride, every time all nightI'm faced with the scars beyond this one barFor me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a rideBreaking in gas with the six-eight all dayIn and out with my payI'm soon to count the bodiesSo mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientationSo you can be more familiar with the nigga you facingWe must be patient nothing better than communicationLetras de cancionesKnown to damage and highly flammable like gas stationsSorry I left that ass waitingNo more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakingI'm busting and making motherfuckers panicDon't take your life for granted put that ass in the dirtYou swear the bitch was plantedMy lyrics motivate the planetIt's similar to Rhythm NationBut thugged out, forgive me JanetWho's in control I'm activating your soulsYou know, the way the games get controlledYou, two years ago, a friend of mineTold me Alize and Cristal blows your mindBear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wroteTaking off my coat, clearing my throat[Chorus: Method Man]I got my mind made up, come on (come on)Get in get in too (get on it)Let it ride (get wit it) tonight's the nightI got my mind made up, come on Get in get in tooLet it ride tonight's the nightWell I come through with two packsOf the bomb prophalaks for protectionSo my fucking sac won't collapseCause nowadays, shit's evading the x-raysSending young motherfuckers to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC'sShows my heart's as cold as the tundraElectrifying like thunder, I'm just too muchRough and raw with that motherfucking poisonous touchI'm an MC with lyrics that's the fucking bom-bayYour got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmayMy rhymes, I leave a mark on your mindAs the deadly vibes spread through your head like sand pineThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastingI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askingOpposed to laughing, raw maniacal villainLaughter enhances the chances of the killingWhy is that? 'cause smiling faces deceiveYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breatheYour whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason VorheesIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikesMy verbal snipe, your vocab on siteI'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for allSo all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wallYour already have an idea about the superior sphereThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equatorI rock from here to there, to Philly and backTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like strapsAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contactBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combatFuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuversLike Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with German (lugers)The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten IsleWill be back after this mess-age don't touch the dialRarely do you see an MC out for justiceGot my gun powder and my musket blow!Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like MagellenHalf of my Clan's three deep felonsNiggas best protect they joints for Nine-NickelMan I stay on point like iciclesNow who wanna test Tical then touch TicalAll up in your motherfucking mouthHead banger boogieCatch me on tour with Al DoogieMethod Man roll too tight, you can pull meBetter take one and pass or that's that assYour vital statistics are low and falling fastJohnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny CashPlay a game of Russian Roulette and have a blastHey yo, lyrical gas spitting the criminal tacticsNon-believers get my dick and genitals backwardsLet's face it, there's no replacementTaste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced withAvalanche on your whole camp when I'm spliftedFunk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twistedI got connects like Federal ExpressTo get the fresh package of bless, the dogs can't fetchGot the clear spot from the rear blockTo bust till every nigga here drop, men I fear notHold your nose and blow out till your ears popSince your crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lotWith, this underground cannabisI'm dangerous like John the bomb analystThen proceeds like keysMy degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP'sLick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistakeSo I erase the whole front row at the wakeI planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust itI'm the one pushing the hearse in the first placeConfidence for you shaky ass folksPump for Rockafella for the day he got smokedChoke, off this anecdote got you opeGet roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 ColtAnd I'm out for nine nickel (INS the rebels)West, list this, this, this
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"Got My Mind Made Up" as written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown Jr.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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