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Time is running out, clock clicking down, Hip hop is losing hoods, You got it now figured out? I gotta mixed down, Guaranteed, knocked down by the six round. Life is a fix fight, I'm getting Bored when I had no mike, I rapped to a spoon. Get beheaded with my if my album never leak out, What you hear of my world, you can't sneak out. Out, out, a free style we need to reach out, ..the brain, like this style, Where the MC's go, everybody singing! Singing, singing, singing! These are my thoughts for my mind, I don't have an image, black out rhymes! Keep my mouth shut, I don't drop guns, ... is on fire, I'll buy you hot lines. You a rap star, boy stop lying. You had a better chance, Your face to him, you came to him With hip hop sounds like you were, I'm a real MC let's make a career, You're a real big quitter ,when it takes.. When I step on the stage, the whole place, .. I came to split my name! Come out your mouth, I'm quicker.. I'm here!... Never put me in the same with the , clowns I was, I had the front now! I won't be used, I won't be bruised, ,no flow, I'm not amused! ..plus I can tell by your moves, this is not something you do! This is hip hop show or comic view, , is got jokes, no you got, This is hip hop, not R&B, Feel the same way then fuck me! This is hip hop, not R&B, I wanna hear some real rhymes you ain't ever see This is hip hop, not R&B, I you feel the same way, then follow me! Thanks to madailui |