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🎵Lots of you, I know you're a rock and a crew 🎵
🎵Lots of you, I know you're a rock and a crew 🎵
🎵Lots of you, I know you're a rock and a crew 🎵
🎵Lots of you, I know you're a rock and a crew 🎵
🎵When I was smaller than you it pleased me 🎵
🎵Because my hair was easy, hard and greasy 🎵
🎵And now I'm livin' well, like George & Reezy 🎵
🎵For easy-what does it do? is it? 🎵
🎵Because I'm rocking, beats, beats, beats 🎵
🎵It's boom and chewing, cause I'm pounding 🎵
Cause I'm doing what you have to be done
Now we in there like swimwear
Cause call on me hunn
Give me hugs little peck
Put your tongue locked in sec
Love respects to my bros
To live on five, six, three, two, one
I'm smashing monster, mashing boom, bashing in a fashion
Which is wild, now I smile when I whip
I can see to what my style
Call me cuckoo, I'm making boo-cuckoo
Bucks, I'm getting fully prepared to see it
Well, empty that are smucks for bros
To sleep and count it deep and listen when I twerk
As I soothe in the groove
Cause I'm smooth like Mr. War
Doobly zoo, Mr. Woo
Don't need to be rude, but eff you
Cause I ain't got nothing to prove
Flash move, yo, we don't got nothing to prove
Flash move, yo, we don't got nothing to prove
Flash move, yo, we don't got nothing to prove
Flash move, yo, we don't got nothing to prove
Leave it to Beaver, Arriva, Dercie,
Have it to Mercy, Bayfruits, Ayana, Adios,
Wuchacho, Stamin, Hu, I'm back on my boo-stay, too
Pista, chip-boost, I'm out to rex shop
With a judo chop, a judo chop, a judo chop, chop, chop
Yo, Silska, butler, and I'm son, I don't think so
So take a look at the super fly, big Jimmy the honey
That's Jim, yo, Beaver, Silska, by Suga
I ask what the answer's on, what he ask
My lyrics are never done, for the big y'all ember, who ember the fun, I'll burn it up like stunts, come light to lashes, with a thickness, fuck a bucket
So witness, ask the cunt, I bought my tongue, gonna style the eyebrow instead
I'm the alley, babble, goody-bankin', shiver, jibby-dabble, jump over the red head, and bomb a red
These lyrics are coming, tell me, ed bomb a red
Mr. Chifu's gonna say, juda, juda, juda, dread
You said it's gonna rock, but I re-rex shop on the flop-bop, I get propped
I pick up the mic, tell me what's on the bus, I don't know MC's dog, don't style my accent
You're makin' my clothes, you're clockin' Rippin' MC's the smith, they're reason, they're rippin' D-Bippity don't stock it, so don't step to tip, I'm on the last move, dip, you'll say, drop tight, but he put a guy named Em plus he's like my babble ship, so who, shii-chii, wallop-up, it's kit, rip it if he's specific, don't get a rip pick, when i kicks it
Chitty-chitty, bang-bang, head of the pew, head of the pew, last move, yo, I ain't got nothing to prove
Last move, yo, we don't got nothing to prove, last move
Now here I go once again with the ill flow
Other emcees that rap this style is so so
Five dorks was never the type that I'm black skills
I just stay true to my roots and then I get ill
Twenty years of age, but yet I still see knowledge
And the shit was so cool, my senior year in college
But I chose to pursue and I feel com' music
And with some hype beats and breaks, you know I won't refuse it
Get on the bullet down the track and I'll do ten laps
Pass the pen, pass the pattern, I'll kick no frags
Just come inside the gym and witness who is boss
And it won't be Tony Danza nor Diana Ross
As small as I am, I still can pack jams
Do a freestyle and step, but yet I still slam
Not trying to say that no one can get with me
Not only is it the lyrics, alright, it's my delivery
Name one rapper that you know who has his hashram voice
My name's Malik and I'm unique in other words, I'm choice
Nothing commercial about this, it's mainly hardcore
Now that you got what you want, do you want more?
Because I got more in store
Flash move, yo we don't got that in the crew
And we see the shaman run, a.k.a. the golden child
I have a grin at Tonya, but then throw up a fake smile
Vaseline of tense of fear, don't fear more than fear
Except I say everybody, the rapper G pull it here
Back in the groove, there's no way you can handle us
Shit's so fly that you can call it scandalous
Cause I'm Anna Vestin, words that I'm preaching
And listen, you know the sex sounds that I'm teaching
I hear Nazi, not, not cement, what's wrong?
I rise with him through the beginning, then phone stop
The Chinese son of Sam, the skip is Peter Pan
The root and it's to his cowboy in the east
Releasing a new type of lyrical angle
Tringled up all on the girls, cooties I was tingled
No aspiration date, so you know I won't expire
This even a weekly check, so I don't have to retire
Right, the cop, they don't need phone
Chiffu with the kofu, give it shouts on my show
Irregular style is here too
Chiffu, you burst me, no mistake
Not Alexander, but considered to be great
Great, but like the great eight
Fake the mood and your ankles, I will break
Break or broken, the MO has spoken
Movements on the slick, takin' the trend, you need a token
I guess not, cause you're pause for the pause
You need the bottom, your nails, the stock, it gets short
Holy making living more, it's just like
Truck showing up for Smith's to many months
That's true, yo we don't got that in the crew
See me see me actin' like you ain't met me
See me see me actin' like you ain't met me
Time's up, guns out, when I work hard
