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(Malique)Remember back in the time when it was all about the simplest rhymesWay before Malique be kickin' the the wickedest flows and ticklish linesBut hey it's a little bit changed now, it's getting more strange nowI'm feelin' the pain and sick of the dirty games and sick of the flirty dames nowI'm sick of them kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mistaI'm sick of them people that takin' advantage now is you diggin' the pictureSlick with the raps I'm bringing, I'm killin' any cats in Sing SingYour cat wanna battle me? Bring him in the ring ringAnd see this killa be sting him(Reefa)Wanna battle me dribblin'Letras de cancionesGonna be laughin' at you like you be ticklin'While I be goin' fast you be tricklin'Doze off like a dose of penicillinAnd even though you be figurin wit the flow you deliverin'In a bose speaker bein' inFor this ear to be listenin'Keep your head up for a dissin', I'm good like finger lickin',Wanna test the best and get yourself in a messWhile you kickin' a dressI'll be up in the pressNever settle for lessWhile you feelin', depressed with a stick in your chestSo bring it on, and lay it downAnd now you know I get aroundAnd while you kickin' itI'll be the fella in the back puffin' under breath lickin' it(Mizz Nina)Get ready for the attack 'cause look who's backMizz Nina comin' through with the crew and Too PhatHave you ever seen a hot be-girl emcee.I bust rhymes with mad stylePositions, baby freezeSo please acknowledge the fact that I'm the equal in this hip hop sequelDon't be judgin' on my physicalsI swallow you and your crew like small raisinsWhether sober or under intense intoxicationWhat you facin' are nights full of frustrationIt's amazing how I always keep my rap blazin'Hot like cajun, witness the chicks assassinationIt's evident, believe my hip hop dedicationThis highness be with wisdom, touchin' upon the throneFurious intensity bestowed upon my microphoneLyrical fitness, the impact like a hitlistKeep your s***list and won't stop till I'm finished, what?(Noreen)Your whole style feminineSickin' when you spittin emNo more fans be diggin emCause I be the one who addictin' emSugar make you high like I'm lemon ginGrillin' any man like I'm EminemWho's that next chump? Bring em inI'll stomp on him wit' ma TimbalandsY'all know I ain't no fairy yo, some might think I' a scary hoMind full of war scenarios, Noreen remain imperial(Joe)My dribblin' don't impress youBut would you be depressed,If I address your female siblin'With my ticklin' too, and the figidy freakin foolsSwing my diggity dingaling from Petaling too TimbuktuAnd got me impromptu freestylin' spits blow you to bitsTurn your fans into my fanaticsJizzow addicts we'z a force to be reckoned withNow don't you knowI can pull it off slowBut then again I could be droppin jamsAdvertising bpm(Saint)No more time to be silent , it's time to get violentCause you know here I come with the bomb and it's pumpin'So best beware don't sit down and just starePump it up in the air when you know we are thereGet it up and down comin' to you straight from the undergroundBuck buck pow it's the sound of the shallow streets of my hoodAnd it's makin' me frownSteadily standin' me, feelin' me, backin' me, bring it on to the topBetter just makin it real so you can feel the beat don't make you dropGet your groove on, put your strap onDon't keep me waiting too longCause I'm a blow it off(Sam)Feel ma' heat when I'm home aloneCouldn't keep me asleep gotta sleep till dawnShall I stick with me clickMight get rid of the heat so I sit onMy seat 'fore I slip or get prick on my feet makes me sickAs I peeped out the street, got a tip for the treatBetter hit down the beat start to lead on this songCouldn't keep me homeClose up the wind blowGet in the car and close up the window lookin' in far andYa'll better be holler me for battle as I rebel against the devilFriends form the pastEnemy who dares to stop on my chest go aheadBe my guest From Letras Mania