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(feat. El Da Sensai, Mike Zoot) [Verse One: Mike Zoot] Some fictions advice nigga, I'm nice to the letter For better og worse I cross the finish line And find the purse first Born the Kapricon, hit it and form And show my ways of the force Oral, grab the cource Crosses jaws to I use it up vocabullary It takes half reception to magnify my very Detailed mail delivered straight from the mouth piece Shout out to the white niggaz who don't know about this Super sub-urb my verbal calistetics is pathetic MC, yo, a sinner, when I'm about to rap so ghettic In ya head I whoop the story like the writer of a novel Slip out the canned laugh, no time to agree the rubble But instead I feed your head with the truth, no doubt About low term confirm, no to make a mic burn And since I'm Mike Zoot we get the looping dash And with my ass and my rules, so long till last [Chorus: x2] We got the runs, rhymes, beats and all things This in it Mike Zoot the ill shit we bring It's like, that, this Letras de cancionesHit, we don't miss BK, to the bricks on this Tommy Tee shit [Verse Two: El Da Sensai] You wanna beat us, a black kid A baby born in scorn Here's to all for the free For all is joint in this sing along To the king shit, legitimy The harderst work in corners I swear you want now, I don't know ways now Take a chance and get on As I storm boulevards Run up and bomb rush for once plus My tooth sence broken, talking clothes to back of the bus Drugs and dirt water, see realness in my aura Is ambitious, so I slash performer This tracks make me wanna just smoke and get loose Tip my cup ova a fruit drink, mix it with fruit juice Mike Zoot the new weed guy, hypnotate a big fry Do it, wanna sell you, I know you wanna see me die Certainify, I'm hard, not stupid You gettin' diplomatic, juice papers that's no approval On a paper, type me a favour or pay the pager Bills are cock trees and fill the refridgerator Till later, like when it's done off I wanna run off shittin' On fake friends there are forgotten, bless the ones that didn't They stay fresh on my mind, like the rhyme does written A couple of bosses dropped out, now I'm ready for the kickin' [Chorus: x2] El Da Sen-Sen-Sensai, oh excuse me, my name's Mike Zoot, I'm from the 90s El Da Sen-Sen-Sensai, my name's Mike Zoot, I'm from the 90s From Letras Mania