Tom: C major
Verse 1
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I'm swingin' on notes, like
Tarzan did a vine
Capturin' supreme thoughts
in -between blue lines
Practice the flow until I've
mastered the pattern
That is placin' me inside of
my own category
VH1's callin' suit,
we wanna do a behind the music story
It's very simple, I'm a hustler just like
Nori
No one
MC's for me, I represent I .E.
I'm mentally free cause of
Christ
Offer up myself as a living sacrifice
My writings entice consumers
who heard rumors
That the album
Dust in the
Wind was nice from beginning to end
Pick it up, you will be pleased
Cali's no longer known for cheese,
but dope
MC's
All hands in the air please, tuck your thumb
Put your fingers in the middle
Wave from left to right as you watch
the speakers wiggle
MC's, comin' by the dozen, so we have to kick somethin',
we know you love it, strange patterns, underground, fresh, cold slams
Everybody out in
Cali, don't gangbang
MC's, comin' by the dozen, so we have to kick somethin',
we know you love it, strange patterns, underground, fresh, cold slams
Everybody out in
Cali, don't gangbang
I've always rapped like a pack, drew inside a dresser,
tight but still some thought I might crumble under pressure, man I guess I'm like
Vanessa
Saved the best for last, sound simple,
still kinda complicated like a jazz rap slide
And so I'm coming out of hiding like a stash,
used to take a hit and pass off that kilograms
Then I would sit and say I'm getting wilder,
getting is good, but it was written evident
In scripture that I was meant to become
a representative in this gospel game
So forget the fame, man, everything is everything,
acting copasthetic
Look around, it's so pathetic,
check the one who said it, ain't nothing new
You supposed to read it, man, I'm so poetic,
my slow opponents will sure regret it
No longer indebted, freedom in
Christ
Give
God the credit, leave a crown, spread it
Open hope, and I never finish
A mod from 4th
Avenue
Jones, we soup the
Kimmich
MC's, comin' by the dozen
So we got to kick somethin',
we know you love it
Strange patterns,
underground fresco slams
MC's, comin' by the dozen
So we got to kick somethin',
we know you love it
Strange patterns, underground,
fresh, cold slams
Everybody up, yeah, don't get
I vow to never complain,
but always hit hard like
Ronnie
Lott
Give it all I got, capture your attention
and take you for a spin around my block
Then back to your resting spot like
Big
Thot
I love hip -hop, that's why I'm always
screaming on hip -hop like
Chewbacca
Tag my name on mines
across the world like
Taka
You know what you ought to do is
turn your volume up to ten
When you're playing this recording
in your component set
I was into rhyming when it
was only on in select
Kung
Fu
Theater,
Speed
Racer, and the
Ball
Guy
Rock
Barry on 88 .3, 1580
KD
Why?
Why?
Why?
I had to set it up like that so it would
have meaning behind me
Saying I've been waiting a long time
to grab the mic and shine
Sublime, close encounter of
a different kind
Constantly on the grind,
always thinking about a rhyme with a powerful punchline
Metaphors that pour my thoughts onto your skull,
traveling down to your feet
West
Coast
Underground
Anthem for the streets
Db
MC's, coming by the dozen
So we got to give you something,
we know you're loving
Strange
Patterns,
Underground
Fresh
Coast
Slam
Put everybody out in gaps,
don't gang bang
MC's, coming by the dozen
So we got to kick something,
we know you love it
Strange
Patterns,
Underground
Fresh
Slam
Put everybody out in gaps, don't gang bang
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