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Mc Brains

[Incomprehensible] Still walkin' down the streets with my hand on my black tec My brain is high like New York, New Jersey do car thefts I'm high, when

My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast 'em like cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC

the bomb grows on palms and bags labeled Cheech and Chong The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna Then I rock jams like Santana, I move MC

trous Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dig 'em out Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth Love the ruckas and love to dish it out 3 watched MC's, start wristin

roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9, Roll up the whole dime as my seats recline (Nigga) I want a presidential Roley (So?) so I crush MC's to guacamole

ice, E-Class Ladies screamin' Jigga, you know we ease that Flowin' out like Jees-ass Jay-Z and me holdin' the mic So, when you like you find mc's so

hearted give it all Pull your socks up and stand up tall Can`t run the marathon without trainin' Or stretch the arsehole without strainin' Too much hype not enough brain

crosses on me, I watch hate - I got shooters that are watching for me. (RIFF) PROFESSOR GREEN: I'm heavy, I'm colder, better me know, sir, I can tear apart mc

2step? (Wot do you call it 2step?) Wot do you call it, tell us what you call it then Why do that think I'm stupid I got brains, I could never be stupid