作曲 : Owens, Siguenza Once upon John thinking on this MC's just don't know That the best will never contest my flow Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip **** for ya And watch you stumble as I kicks it I blow ya, away Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my **** to try and get props But no, they got butt flow What bro Can handle the pressure from my gut blow I appear as a foundation, laced in your face That there will be no replacin So trace your tracks or face the mack Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back Word I got it like that, so if you strike back Steal, or don't say **** I play with brains Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged We became the fly macks It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8X) What a little way to express the anger Ya done pressed the stranger, danger Might change a wrong to right Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight And fuss with us so we must discuss Busting your brain right open And you strain I'm hoping Enquiring minds turn out **** men, but the potion Was not potent enough to fade the master yet Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic I flip like side B, hit a comp wield and tear apart we'll be-havin babboon They'll be cravin the tunes Sooner than the Sun Times on a new day But who they, I got a bobby pin, so I can rob you men And be driver, of how I come, with my gum slander, and demand a man to think Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate the theories and when they hear these the fear beez tremendous, but I won't amend this, endless time is spent to rhyme, when I'm lit Get a creative urge, then I sit And muster clusters of creation we placed in your face when I bust you It's like that, cuz we got it like that (16X)
作曲 : Owens, Siguenza Once upon John thinking on this MC's just don't know That the best will never contest my flow Hieroglyphics the fly bros rip **** for ya And watch you stumble as I kicks it I blow ya, away Like a sailboat, you fail quote some of my **** to try and get props But no, they got butt flow What bro Can handle the pressure from my gut blow I appear as a foundation, laced in your face That there will be no replacin So trace your tracks or face the mack Cuz I got your girlfriend and ain't no takin her back Word I got it like that, so if you strike back Steal, or don't say **** I play with brains Your thought train is often hijacked and rearranged We became the fly macks It's like that, cuz we got it like that (8X) What a little way to express the anger Ya done pressed the stranger, danger Might change a wrong to right Yet a song I write will shed new light as you fight And fuss with us so we must discuss Busting your brain right open And you strain I'm hoping Enquiring minds turn out **** men, but the potion Was not potent enough to fade the master yet Since you have no kryptonite, I get to rip the mic I flip like side B, hit a comp wield and tear apart we'll be-havin babboon They'll be cravin the tunes Sooner than the Sun Times on a new day But who they, I got a bobby pin, so I can rob you men And be driver, of how I come, with my gum slander, and demand a man to think Cuz I can stop and wait, while others contemplate the theories and when they hear these the fear beez tremendous, but I won't amend this, endless time is spent to rhyme, when I'm lit Get a creative urge, then I sit And muster clusters of creation we placed in your face when I bust you It's like that, cuz we got it like that (16X)
