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Majestic Mic Masters

アーティスト:Cloak-N-Dagga  アルバム:Def Con Zero 

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Yea!, yea (Canibus) The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a jar of Anti-matter Cloak-N-Dagga There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's Dagga-N-Cloak The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a jar of Anti-matter Cloak-N-Dagga There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's Dagga-N-Cloak, they know (Canibus) Butane Germaine Hussein's my new name Head Trauma Records produce the blue flame Let's play, my ink pen spray what Sean Penn say After the picture is drawn, I yawn then lay Enter the quiet zone, harps and xylophones Provide the tone, pass me the microphone Flow natural, walk over to control panel Highlight the mode of attack, select battle Directives deviated, everything's recreated Be creative, step inside my mc simulator Slowly pull the wool from over your eyes As troops mobilize to recover stolen rhymes You push, I pull; you drive, I ride You buy what I supply, shut the fuck up and drive Dragon fly aerial view, wind speed less than two Lieutenant Manchu the best in my crew Mandarian too, arguing with Aryan Zeus But the truth is he mad cause I married a gook But she know, when I lock and load my cock grows I burn the block down, get the cops on the phone Don't look for contact, contact finds you We walk up behind you while you listen to iTunes The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a jar of Anti-matter Cloak-N-Dagga There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's Dagga-N-Cloak The +Majestic Mic Masters+ with a jar of Anti-matter Cloak-N-Dagga There the van goes with two stolen Van Gogh's Dagga-N-Cloak (Phoenix Orion) Ayo, I'm lyrically lethal My Sifu, taught me how to spit C-4 Initiate the death flow The ?Dan Mak?, Tai Warrior Ong Bak Brooklyn to Vietnam, hold me down on the block To warn his block, crooked ass cops, psych you out with the phych-ops Third eye bigger then Cyclops Return the planet rock, 0700 hours on the dot We stopped the plot to ban Hip Hop Marshall law got every city block on lock Snipers on top of the buildings scopin' out the ghetto children Five 5 percenters, in the cipher building '85ers still long for the return of Stigmata The father, the son, the holy spirit, you hear it, you feel it Possessin' my lyrics, ancient spirits from the pyramids We spit graffiti hieroglyphics,


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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