LyricsGot My Mind Made Up (feat.…

2Pac, Outlawz, Kurupt

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Last update on: February 11, 2022
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You find an MC like me who′s strong Leaving motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I′m on those Who can withstand, the more power I gain And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brain Imagine and keep on wishing upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstanding, faded Would it be the greatest MC of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I′m faced with it, I′m a ride Breaking in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with the nigga you facing We must be patient nothing better than communication Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waiting No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shaking I′m busting and making motherfuckers panic Don't take your life for granted put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitch was planted My lyrics motivate the planet It′s similar to Rhythm Nation But thugged out, forgive me Janet Who's in control I′m activating your souls You know, the way the games get controlled You, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote Taking off my coat, clearing my throat I got my mind made up, come on (come on) Get in get in too (get on it) Let it ride (get wit it) tonight's the night I got my mind made up, come on Get in get in too Let it ride tonight's the night Well I come through with two packs Of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my fucking sac won′t collapse Cause nowadays, shit′s evading the x-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's Shows my heart′s as cold as the tundra Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfucking poisonous touch I′m an MC with lyrics that's the fucking bom-bay Your got dissed, that′s before it's ingest like balmay My rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind As the deadly vibes spread through your head like sand pine There's no escape, nah I ain′t blasting I use my mental to assassinate assassin′s for those asking Opposed to laughing, raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of the killing Why is that? 'cause smiling faces deceive You best believe, to MC′s I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe Your whole camp′s under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes My verbal snipe, your vocab on site I′m out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall Your already have an idea about the superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers Like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with German (lugers) The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't touch the dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket blow! Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan's three deep felons Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical All up in your motherfucking mouth Head banger boogie Catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that′s that ass Your vital statistics are low and falling fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Hey yo, lyrical gas spitting the criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let′s face it, there's no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I′m laced with Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don′t get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express To get the fresh package of bless, the dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from the rear block To bust till every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold your nose and blow out till your ears pop Since your crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get′s lot With, this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst Then proceeds like keys My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit your fam′ by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it I′m the one pushing the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked Choke, off this anecdote got you ope Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt And I'm out for nine nickel (INS the rebels) West, list this, this, this

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