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[Hook:] We in this to win this [x4] [Dip Dabba:] Abracadabra yes my rhymes stab Ya soup ya like a spoon and like a hand just grab ya My names Dip Dappa don't`` spit saliva Leave you wet like plasma leave you sick like ashma I goet rave reviews like Knots Landing MC's best to band in I'm pullin' thoses tricks like Michael Landing Cause I'm the lyrical lunitic I'm lyrically sick spreadin' lyrical whip as I flip As I begin to unleash leavin' rappers deceased From the fece as I react like a beast and never cease Cause niggas be basin' they don't know what they facin' I'm strong as a mase (whoa) and or shall I say Jason Cause backbones I rip on the niggas I flip on The slip I dip then I'm swayze in my whip Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker when it's time to flip A track like a bitch you'll get slapped Or a nigga you'll get clapped I catch wreck and flex stap necks come test what's next? Some sex no motherfuckers hittin' decks Cause the man be frontin' on the bacon Don't wanna take a scrappin' Letras de cancionesFrom Dip Dab no your gladly mistakin' I'm stronger than an ox rippin' MC's out the box Your boots get rocked hops like Rodney King with the cops So niggas stay neutral I drive you kuku I don't know who souped you bit I'm bound to shoot you Cause I'm straight on a mission Destroying competition got mad ammunition Sit back and just listen I got the woo wop the doo wop The uzi makes the crew drop And don't try to run cause the nine will make you stop Or the mess I got the vest or the rifle for the test Of the range nothings strange ain't shit gonna change My name is Dip Dab not Dennis the Menace Pass me the mic and I'm in this to win this [Hook:] My name is Big Tap and I'm in this to win this My name is Dip Dab and I'm in this to win this My name is Mic Lord and I'm in this to win this The crew is called Da Dozens and we in this to win this [Big Tap:] I'm in this to win this happy like grimness Punk MC's yo that ass will get finished Got crazy lyrical ammo too hot to handle I robbed your skills son just call me a vandel I'm tired of all these weak ass rappers And all these bitch ass crackers I'm here to stay hyped and make you act up You hear a flow? Incredible or should I say inedgical Since your rhymes hon just ain't near poetical I got rhymes for days cool like Isacc Hayes I got mad Lingo and yes I digs the Shadez See slave with the candy Jack of Spades And when I'm hungary yes I get that eatin' crave You fuck with us your headed straight for your grave Now cut your love son this ain't slave Don't get out of line don't make me have to slap ya You stupid motherfucker I breakus that backus (oh shit) Your flow is garbage, go back to the swamp G You wanna battle me son come on Chancey I burn suckers yearn for their turns Look like oil burn your scapel like a fucked up perm With the burrly flow, girlys know, I rock the show Son then I'm good to go Then I'm out like Shout apon a new route Ding ding ther goes round two of this battle bout I stabbed you in the back and I made your ass shout We carry cross and daggers that's what it's all about Name is Big Tap society's menace Pass me the mic and I'm in this to win this [Hook] [Mic Lord:] Now I don't seem to sound like another motherfucker I despies ass kissers so don't pucker my nucker Sucker MC's get smacked speak the bomb that you rap Motherfuck all you niggas who nap Now I be livin' my life and I express to my best On the job like Elliot Ness Makin' crews call in distress I rest my case based on how I get bass And grab the mic lace the space and face and leave 'em all base Now I doubt that a nigga wanna go all out I find these fears wipe his tears leave a nigga singin' Shaq I beez who I am so who you? And who you lookin' for don't label me hardcore I rip out the core Now shackles off your feet cause people wanna dance (It's your last chance) make the crowd wet they pants So look son fuckin' with this ML could fuck up your dental Wreck your mental, leave your crew setimental Here we lay your style to rest two verses to your chest Hurt your brain like bad sex I guess this is what it comes to, who got the most crew? True, But I'm true without my crew So all y'all motherfuckers make room on my dick Got the rawchy fuck-you-style like a porno flick You can't show me don't know me so approach a nigga slowly I"m the Mic Lord so therfore the microphone is homie The overlord of rhythm Smakin' niggas like Diggem So pretend my friend I'm the victor in the end word life I get's more stress then strife my tongue is sharp like a knife Get hype I'll bust your dome like it was right Goodnight and good eveneng leaving the mic barley breathing MC's weezin' what the reason? Breakin' backs and your knees in it's that season Niggas catchin' wreck so don't front Rip the mic to lttle pieces doin' niggas like a stunt You ain't redt your ain't redt We in this to win this From Letras Mania