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Ensi: Quando il suono e prepotente si alza la pressione a diecimila bar ma quelli del mio quartiere pieni di gente Lo speravano le strade DogoClub e OneMic
do damage in just one moment Here's a little message to those who want to hang out Just remember that I give pain out The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer Never
And I get hot like a sunny day So the man D-Nice ain't the one to play Cause I remember the one who tried to carry on Stepped up and got ran like a marathon
I'ma pass the mic to Flip, so he can get to doing what he doing Grab the mic and be screwing Man hold up... [Lil' Flip] Put the mic up, I'ma let y'all
deep shit Women and man starts to happily flip When I grab the mic grip, start tossin up shit Y'all niggaz never thought North Stars would make it Now
come, with much much more You got me rockin you with my rhymes galore Now my rhymes won't stop, my rhymes won't quit Just give me the mic and I rock
where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna
where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up [Chorus] Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna
, kid: eeease up! [3rd Eye] Next up, time for me to fly, come on Back up, back up, turn the track up Black, I'm 'bout to blow up - boom Best to give
your scammin for a way out Figure of speech, spoken wise for a drum, three on one Tchk! You know the outcome! Point up the joints up, straight up for
Tex feeds and frowns upon Emus To give up Gas Face he drinks from a Thermos Sub Roc cut at you with a clipper Gas Face given, I beg to differ [MC Serch
to let em know I be 41Fivin Step up or press up, you might mess up The program, because the Locster is fed up I'm on a mission to give em what they're
't give a fuck Sneakin up on ya like a thief in the night Never givin a fuck about a sucker, I ain't the soft type So run up or shut up, boy, see, that
you're gonna dis the G You wish to be, just like me You wanna battle me? I insist that we Toss up a coin - head's up, now let's kick off The Hip-Hop
been real real good to me Now who gives a fuck if a bitch just ain't shit In the whip she gives CPR to my dick You losin 'em baby, get 'em up quick This
no dice Like fuckin supermodel bitches and not bustin off twice I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice I only say tthings once, never
Let's get fucked up! Smokin them honey coniac blunts Let's get fucked up Tried to quit, but now I'm back Still gettin fucked up Pump them heater, spray the pack Mic check one