Kung-Fu, no I just brung you A style, that phony MC's were too young to Digest, when I manifest, you adolescent So sit back, relax, be glad you had a lesson
love when I spit I wanna see More people on the floor then there is More people at the door being frisked I wanna see Less fights, less knives, less gats
nah I just want you just say one rhyme For the crew, for everybody Just just kick it like.. this [kid capri] So what, if the tweeters begin to scream If the bass
where I want to be No need to zoom or rush In fact, take out the bass In case we need more hush Less percussion, a little less pushing and shoving Take
don't fade it yo Year of the Lord , make love fuck war tour After before 2004, i swore Dj Lord come bust down the door Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity
the situation But every dark tunnel has a light of hope So don't hang yourself with a celibate rope Your movie's showin', so you're goin' Could care less
she back that ass up her class she has to pass The others bad and black, take her to the bachelor pad Crib big yo, her man's crib is less than half of
I don't like your style of rappin' Step on stage as soon as I'm on it Spin drops a beat to warn my opponent Hurb pumps the bass upon the sound system
upside your head So get back to the beat 'cuz the beat is bad The beat pro and the bass gets much impact The beats rock and just because the beat kicks bass
one of many cases The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' but it's on bass
Hey Girl... [turn the bass down some more..] [still counting] [Here We Go] I Just Got Your Text Message... That You Want Me To Join You,Oh [yeah
to stay cool Break it down Girl, don't leave me, don't leave me Ooh, the way you receive me Don't take this as an aggression Girl, I've learned my lesson
Epe in Spain Japan I'm cota eshe I like my steaks thick and my jets private And my son to ride in the cockpit I know he's only four taking lessons from
got love for the game that's why I'm rhyming always stay in the booth Never lying to the people always telling the truth I feel the bass in my chest
He doesn't use the line switch as a transform crutch Never missin beats, always on time with the rhyme You know the scratches are fine when intertwined with a bass
meets the high stride of the youth Searchin? for the truth They rebel and raise hell across alleyways And in classroom settings They get high off that drum bass
place The music in the harmony, the family and friends It seems that when you dancing, man, the feeling never ends The bass of the bass, the voice of
face homie get in dip's face so imma show u 38s when we ride its 25s scrapin dat world bass what's a beat without bass chain hangin to the dick nigga