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Live At 90.3 '94

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  • 作词 : Daumont, Lyrics Born
    This is gonna be a little bit more menacing- check it out, check it out
    You know, its cool if fools is on the vibe, but when they're not
    You know what I'm saying... I mean
    Imagine Lateef
    Squaring off against MC Who-Gives-a-****
    And just give him the buck
    So he can pass it type flow
    Kind of passing no skills to speak of
    Nor command and commend cause the truth he's bending
    Lying like a wall to wall rug
    In the ending he just be acting like your long lost friend
    If you conversing try explaining it's a shame you don't spend
    With meeting some type of famous person to be
    Instead of bru****ng up on freestyle techniques
    I see smiles appearing on faces that them they
    Peeping understand the truth I speak
    Bave em unleash the ****t is deep out six feet
    Some seek security in sleep
    Cause in they eyes tapping their heels talking about I know this ain't defeat
    But it's only his own perception affected by misconception everyone else
    Detecting the self, deception chill tecks flex
    It's ammunition for the lessons expressions off lookers grill shoot
    Just whose skills it is in question
    Told ya won't have to ask I kill without discretion at times
    With interjections disrespecting when agitation with hesitation leaves room
    The calculating the brother's decapitation
    Heads must be basing, contemplating they could equal my station
    I'm at some other elevation where revelations is commonplace
    If it was just a drop of flavor you was tasting
    Not a selection collection
    I'd still be incinerating your extra sensory perception
    Watch your third eye widen due to rough penetration
  • 作词 : Daumont, Lyrics Born
    This is gonna be a little bit more menacing- check it out, check it out
    You know, its cool if fools is on the vibe, but when they're not
    You know what I'm saying... I mean
    Imagine Lateef
    Squaring off against MC Who-Gives-a-****
    And just give him the buck
    So he can pass it type flow
    Kind of passing no skills to speak of
    Nor command and commend cause the truth he's bending
    Lying like a wall to wall rug
    In the ending he just be acting like your long lost friend
    If you conversing try explaining it's a shame you don't spend
    With meeting some type of famous person to be
    Instead of bru****ng up on freestyle techniques
    I see smiles appearing on faces that them they
    Peeping understand the truth I speak
    Bave em unleash the ****t is deep out six feet
    Some seek security in sleep
    Cause in they eyes tapping their heels talking about I know this ain't defeat
    But it's only his own perception affected by misconception everyone else
    Detecting the self, deception chill tecks flex
    It's ammunition for the lessons expressions off lookers grill shoot
    Just whose skills it is in question
    Told ya won't have to ask I kill without discretion at times
    With interjections disrespecting when agitation with hesitation leaves room
    The calculating the brother's decapitation
    Heads must be basing, contemplating they could equal my station
    I'm at some other elevation where revelations is commonplace
    If it was just a drop of flavor you was tasting
    Not a selection collection
    I'd still be incinerating your extra sensory perception
    Watch your third eye widen due to rough penetration