It’s a word! No, a name! MF – the Super-Villain! Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing So I turned it up faster than a speeding knifeĪble to drop today’s math in the 48 keys of life Spittin’ all out the sunroof, through her missing toothīut then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth It’s like me holding up the line at the kissing booth Guzzled out a rusty tin can, me and this mic is like yin and yang Known amongst foes for flow without no talking orangutans Nicknames of nimble and tip of nipple metal fang Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang I’ll tell y’all fools it’s hella cool how ladies from Cali talk Some M-er F-ers don’t like how Sally walk Pass the mic like “Pass the peas like they used to say”
On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox’ BrownĮver since the womb ’til I’m back where my brother wentĮver since the womb ’til I’m back to the essenceĮither engraved or unmarked grave, who’s to say? How come I hold the microphone double-clutch That’s the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that’s double-dutch Get out my face, askin’ ’bout my case, need toothpasteįresher mint, monkey-style n#gg# get dentadentĪnd dope fiends still in they teens, shook n#gg#s turn witness I’m trading science fiction with my man the live liferĪ pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dimeĭo his thing, ring around the white collar crime While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building God forbid, if there ain’t no escape, blame MF tapeĭefinition “super-villain”: a killer who love children Pop the trunk on Cee Cipher Punk, leave him left scraped I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk If you don’t believe me, go get bagged and check then On Doomsday!, ever since the womb ’til I’m back where my brother went, that’s what my tomb will sayĮither unmarked or engraved, hey, who’s to say? Watch your own back came in and go out alone, black Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yo “Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!” That’s a audio daily double I’d like to take “Means to the End” for two milli’ Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibilityīroken household name usually said in hostility Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that It’s a intricate plot of a b-boy strapped Of the fly brown 6-0 sicko psycho who throws his dick aroundīound to go three-plat, came to destroy rap Stop and stick around, come through and dig the sound Hold mics like pony tails tied in bobbalobs I used to cop a lot but never copped no drop I knew you were the one for me I swear the whole world could feel you MC
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