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Got My Mind Made Up Lyric | | | | |
[Verse One: Daz]
You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin
motherfucker'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 fuck 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 motherfuckers 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 fuckin 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 fuckin sac won't
collapse Cause nowaday's, 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 Electryfing like
thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous
touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin 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]
Fuck 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 motherfuckin
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 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 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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