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[CHORUS] I got a lion in my pocket and it's ready to roar Live by the sword, you die by the sword I got a lion in my pocket and it's ready to roar Live by the sword, you die by the sword You ain't ready, boy, you ain't ready for this You ain't ready, girl, you ain't ready for this You ain't ready, boy, you ain't ready for this You ain't ready I got rhythm, wrapped around my little finger Sorry chump, no mad styles a dead ringer No way to peck cause I got eons of methods you can't touch And thank you very much, cutthroat Your imitation is the greatest form of flattery As you can see, undoubtedly I behouve the masses Classes I tutor for a fee I give chills multiplyin and I see I get nice, splice, be it dawn, be it dusk I terminate feeble peasants I don't trust I simply pencil-whip, I scrape MC's like knees I got some planets screamin: E's the beat! You'd wanna give me the mic For true, brah, I know how to handle it My pockets are swoll', bare feet can't sandal it At sixes and sevens, I'm callin spades a spade Letras de cancionesYou can't hold a stitch to my boots of suede You ain't ready, I keep it simple, stupid, wait your turn You ain't ready, much to be learned [CHORUS] So predictable, damn, I slam pseudo psycho bitches I'm diggin holes, then I'm diggin ditches I look ahead so I don't fall behind I'm icky-sticky, talkin short and fine In my feet I walk a fret style camp Tricks can't tramp, no, not in my path I park I'm like a lyrical, lyrical, lyrical laxative I run MC's fast asleep I walk in miles And methods can't quit-it-it-i I be the sound of poets on shit-it-it-i Nobody move suckers, I see change I'm into forties you drink estranged I rearrange your range to oblivion You walk in circles, I pyrric, back, back Don't ask around, I blow the wind out your asscrack I punk a track, I mack gullible cypha dude Do tell a friend, I surpass any human comin I be the muthafuckin lady woman Uh, this is the hour I gain bigger fame You ain't ready, what a shame [CHORUS] I bailar, dance, I take total control I'm with a son of soul, heads roll So the world wanna play my funk Then [?] freaks and chumps Hookers in pumps, you better work And look at me wayneh I paint pictures of concrete Metal I detect on speck Hell hath no scorn like the fury of my tongue Come kitty come My lyrical status is above any pseudo-staged norm Calm weather storm, I inflict mental harm Why even test, I undress racial barriers I speak in funk cause I smooth wanna carry ya Into a place, I embrace hella bass No chick on this planet that can stand it, goddammit Dammit, I catch that ass like Pendergrass so fast Bury the hatchet [?] black skin I'm in Black skin I'm in, black skin I'm in I got a lion in my pocket and it's ready to roar [CHORUS] From Letras Mania