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People Under The Stairs
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Ten Tough Guys
Lyricist:Chris Portugal, Mike Turner
Come on folks, move it! Get in one line here!
I got ten MC's held up in a line 'Cause all these dudes told me that they knew how to rhyme So which one will it be that I choose to test first The way he grabbed the mic Showed signs of a pussy and even worse He was talkin' 'bout a gat that wasn't tucked in his waist So I [Incomprehensible]into the next sucka face This fool was pretty dope, told him, keep up the good work Gave him a pound and a pin, moved on to this next jerk Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Hey yo, dude looked like Usher with his chest all exposed Bustin' 'bout bitches he be hittin' and his stupid ass clothes Bitch smile on his face like there were hands in the air wavin' But I was anticipatin' with Satan to see him bakin' Under the authority of somebody lower than me Started gettin' tired, skipped three, now here's the seventh MC Looked like a pretty cool guy, but sounded like Treach Moved around all fast screamin with weapons around his neck It was like a fuckin' joke, me and the gang got a good laugh He got all hot, tried to dulo, we beat his fuckin' ass like Look at you now [Incomprehensible]
Number eight was a female, at least that's how I figured Until it started rappin', sounded like one of my niggas Goddamn, this, that, and all the guns in the world Harder than most niggas on the mic, even had a Jheri Curl Sent her to Jenny Jones for the little makeover Told her, 'Be back in two weeks!' You see all I wanted to do was bone her Word, she's out like yesterday's six pack So let's get back to the last two, yo, they from the same crew What should we do? They said he knew them niggas From some open mic spot They tried to gun up, got cut up, so here's round 2
Yea, you money, I'm talkin' You're talkin' to me You got a battle rap, Nigga? Battle me Wassup? Battle me Wassup?
Yo, what would you do if I could prove you didn't exist And it was true like [Incomprehensible] Solidified proof of your essence of you in the spoof of your birth Now I guess that would lesson your worth to the dirt and the earth And the leaf, now I leave you alone without belief that You're really here and assist you beneath your fear An endearing tear would fall if all that I said was true Am I right [Incomprehensible], too complex for quote I'll have the final say like the rope to the boat to the dock You're not free yet, man
You're sick, stuck, caught, sick in the head Stuck to the bed, you're dumbfed Diseased with that mononuclear, what I look like money? That Latin listening to Coolio? So I ask 'What was your mom's task when she had you?' If fully she knew that through all of her pain Her baby was born without brain and insane And just plain with no style No smile, your memories are worth a shitpile to me You believe that you're free? Man, free from your mom Free from the man and most of all free from me but you see
I've caught you! My bad you don't really exist So I got to, explain this so when I tell you how not to You won't do it I'm screwin' your thinkin', I know I exist And I prove it 'cause I'm listening to you But I ask, 'What if God was an evil genius Who only made you believe you were true? And your life was nothing man! Just a really long dream And when you die you'll start a whole new life, a whole new dream
But that was just a dream, and it seems, man You can't break out the cycle Am I crazy? Go to your church and ask your white God If I'm right though Whatever he replies will be lies, we've already established this evil When I'm lying, you don't exist but merely as emotion and perceival Believe you'll be 'round tomorrow kid, yo You've borrowed time with no entrance And since you're a dream I can mentally put on the pinch And you disappear in an instant
Fool what? What? Nigga fuck you You can't rap anyway Yeah, we up out of here Suckas Sucka ass niggas Eat a dick People Under The Stairs
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