GOT MY MIND MADE UP
Verse One: Daz You find an MC like me who s strong Leavin mother er s aborted
with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda
I m on those Who can withstand
the mo power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the we are When I penetrate
it s been withstandin
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 breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I m soon to count the bodies
Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate
and get that asss shakin I m bustin and makin mother ers panic Don t take ya 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 acvtivatin yo souls You know
the way the games get controlled Yo
two years ago
a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest in rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat
clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man 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 tha night I got my mind made up
come on
get in get in too let it ride
tonight s tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my in sac won t collapse Cause nowaday s
shit s evading the x-rays Sending young mother ers to an early grave I wonder
if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC s shows my heart s as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder
I m just too much Rough and raw with that mother in poisonous touch I m an MC with lyrics that s tha in bom-bay Ya got dissed
that s before it s ingest like balmay My rhymes
I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine There s no escape
nah I ain t blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin s for those askin Opposed to laughin
raw maniacal villian Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe
to MC s I m the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya 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 tha cut
uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha 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 Verse Four: Method Man you losers
while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler
stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers] The Mr.
Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don t touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings
I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan s three deep felons Niggaz 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 mother in 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 fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo
lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get and genitals backwards Let s face it
there s no replacement Taste this
mad underground basement
shit I m laced with Avalanche on ya 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
tha dogs can t fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block to bust til every nigga here drop
men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya 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 ya 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 pushin 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 Coly And I m out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels] [West
list this
this
this
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Verse One: Daz You find an MC like me who s strong Leavin mother er s aborted
with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda
I m on those Who can withstand
the mo power I gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the we are When I penetrate
it s been withstandin
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 breakin in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I m soon to count the bodies
Verse Two: Tupac So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up to fate
and get that asss shakin I m bustin and makin mother ers panic Don t take ya 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 acvtivatin yo souls You know
the way the games get controlled Yo
two years ago
a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest in rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat
clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man 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 tha night I got my mind made up
come on
get in get in too let it ride
tonight s tha night Verse Three: Kurupt Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophalaks for protection So my in sac won t collapse Cause nowaday s
shit s evading the x-rays Sending young mother ers to an early grave I wonder
if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC s shows my heart s as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder
I m just too much Rough and raw with that mother in poisonous touch I m an MC with lyrics that s tha in bom-bay Ya got dissed
that s before it s ingest like balmay My rhymes
I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine There s no escape
nah I ain t blastin I use my mental to assassinate assassin s for those askin Opposed to laughin
raw maniacal villian Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve You best believe
to MC s I m the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya 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 tha cut
uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha 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 Verse Four: Method Man you losers
while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler
stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers] The Mr.
Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don t touch tha dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! Melons get swellings
I paint mental pictures like Magellen Half of my Clan s three deep felons Niggaz 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 mother in 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 fallin fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Verse Five: Redman Aiyyo
lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get and genitals backwards Let s face it
there s no replacement Taste this
mad underground basement
shit I m laced with Avalanche on ya 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
tha dogs can t fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block to bust til every nigga here drop
men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya 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 ya 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 pushin 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 Coly And I m out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels] [West
list this
this
this
]
