Tonalité : C major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I got it on, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4, 4
Yeah, I got it on, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4
Dope is in the land of
wackness and crackness
No need to attack the style unless
you're ready for your deathbed
Go ahead, instead you dread,
you're funkified, stupefied
Certified, all coppers died,
you're real supreme
Don't cry, I'm sayin'
Spinnin' on your record player
Into your brain and then
you're tuned to me
When I get serious,
mights get heated
They're repeatin', clues that retreated
A force of terror, but breath is life
Give me a hope with words
that's wrote
Down on paper, performance perfect
Toss the bill, so yield with the hill
Steps the vision, so far like the
Red
Sea
Suck it, use a flick
Yeah, boy,
you know I see marbles from the hilltop
Y 'all tryin' to come around
the camp and get a sip
That's enemy territory,
so back up on your tip
I got the powder to throw
em all on your back
So cool, let em know when
it comes to fleas
We ain't havin' none of that
Here I go again, so let me clear my throat on
A beat that flows like water,
so that means
I'ma float on
To a new dimension, like the side of prison
It seems you're trapped in darkness, so
I'ma give you vision
To help you escape, so get this all on tape
The way that sucka
MC's got stripped and raped
Battered and shattered,
thrown into silence
They use no kind of weapons
cause my rhymes are violent
So let me load a style,
wipe my prints off, then click it
Two styles to the head,
now see you gettin' wicked
Seems a very lame,
always be the same
Tryin' to succeed,
but scared to say my name
I know they on a mission,
who the hell they dissin'?
Man, I'll leave you all in a bad position
Seems you'll be dreamin',
I can hear them schemin'
Even try a double teamin',
but they on my dot like semen
So
I'ma wipe you off,
cause you're irritatin' to a
C
Cause you's a flick
Yo man, you know how people
be hangin' around you
And stickin' scrap dirty gear
Sweatin' you for your money
Tryin' to find out your business
Where you goin',
where you been, where you at?
I ain't tryin' to hear that,
you know what I'm sayin'?
So boo, why don't you tell her?
It's the 90s, leave the suckers behind me
Bite the dust and I trust you won't find me
I'm mentally gifted, cool
C is the trio
But save me the shit,
cause I already know
I'm the hilltop, that's the nation
My name is
Sabir, the man with patience
Suckers are smothered,
stranglin' and dangled
At a 360, 4 degree angle
I ride beats like a pony, you're phony
The man
LG, the one who showed me
The way to create and never wait
Tip suckers with my music just like bait
And when controlling this mic
I'm going to hit the tip
of the tip of the top
And while your mic just flop
I'ma be rolling, collecting the doze
And rip the shows and mack the hoes
And you don't really wanna step to me
Why?
Cause you's a flea
so
so
You
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