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Come here.
I got sumthin to tell you. I don't know how to explain it... but, I'm different. You crazy? Naw, I ain't. I'm just saying. I'm, I'm not like you. I'm not like others. It's like I've been here before. (Verse One) 504's the dope name, I don't play MY RHYME GON BANG! Make the 8 for the pape, light the flame Ignite like propane No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade!) No guards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thang I'm giving you bitches sumthin vicious Got em falling to pieces like porcelain dishes I'M DIRTY! I get all the way down to the ground, BITCH, WHAT!? Memorize this by the pitch, by the book... I DON'T GIVE A F**K! I was blamed to BLOW! Ground rebucked! Stay here... LAY DOWN AND GET F**KED! Nigga, you underneath me, out my entries Out my entries, I can count a hundred thousand pennies every century Look at that, look at that, look at that, GET BACK! I get very scary like the Gatlin... BITCH, WHAT'S HAPPENING!? I rip tracks and pop tapes I'm so popular, they just gosta rock what I spray It's time I gotta watch what I say! I get surprised when sumthin from round the crocodiles play Oh, won't be nothin'! I make em say, "Aw, give it to me, don't be that way!" I'm telling ya, I'm cutting into ya w/ the music I been doing this shit, I'm highly trained on how to use it The objective supply the proper perspective Tacky or selective, maximum effective Narcoleptic, brine neglected It just don't get no cooler, if I don't perfect it Y'all niggaz couldn't pop a rubber band on my brain Chopping and slicing with the edge of the blade! (Chorus: KLC) The Blade! (24X) (Wesley Snipes) There are worse things out tonight than vampires. (N'Bushe Wright) Like what? (Wesley Snipes) Like me! (Verse Two) I turn a sucka into a supper! They gotta suffer! Bout a had enough, that's why I'm coming! COME ON, F**KER! I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired They can't hide from the pain 'cause the noise won't stop They don't stand a ghost of a chance, but they try A side of my mind tell me to get em Bloody side, lettin it ride Even when a couple hundred years go by They still gone bite and I'm still gone fly Yes, five fingers around they necks I run thru your back and come out your chest You moving too fast, forgot to brace yourself AW SHIT! Here it come, nigga, brace yourself! Oh my God! Don't worry, I'm a get ya, it don't matter how I put it Let me say sumthin, let me talk in the telly Let me stand as tall as the fellas You would, if you could, but you don't git up off it I'm the hand on the hammer, on the nail, in the coffin I'm marching to a different drummer At the head of the parade, I'm the edge of the blade! (Chorus: KLC: 32X) (KLC saying "Blade" w/ marching sounds till fade) Mystikal appears courtesy of No Limit / Jive Records, 1998. Posted by Shy-Stee JB |
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| 4:33 |
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| 8. |
| 5:00 |
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| 9. |
| 3:45 |
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| 10. |
| 3:36 |
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[Erick Sermon]
Try to answer to the master or the MC rap God is no joke on the lyric - it's hard to be modest I knew I was the man with the master plan to make you wiggle and jiggle, like gelatin Just think while I sink, into the brain structure (Don't sleep on the E) You see, somethin might rupture I don't take time for me to blow your mind Take a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind So just lounge.. cause you're a MC clown Go join the circus.. EPMD's in town [Parrish Smith] Total chaos -- no mass confusion Rhymes so hypnotizin known to cause an illusion Like a magician.. who pulls a rabbit out a hat, son I pull them all like a .44 Magnum MC freeze stop look and listen, and try to imagine It's travellin the speed of light, but everything's motion is frightening.. plus the thought you alone You now enter dimension, called the Twilight Zone You're terrified.. plus you can't bear the thought You and I one-on-one, in the Land of the Lost You start to shiver.. but then you scream, my friend Yo wake up Muttley, because you're dreamin again But next time I'm on the scene, do not try to diss us Keep your mouth shut sucker duck, because I'm Strictly Business .. [Erick Sermon] This is the rap season.. where the E starts pleasin Girls around the world no need to be skeezin When I roll I stroll, cool always pack a tool Just in case.. a brother acts a fool I've got the energy, to put the girls in the frenzy Put it in shock when I rock, give it up I'm not stingy Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dancefloor.. (Get busy, boy) Like you never saw before Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your hoe, boy (Yo, you sniff blow?) .. Hell no! I got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin And my parents find out, then they start riffin So I stay, a-okay, cause I'm the E.. the R-I-C-K [Parrish Smith] MC's look me in my face, then their eyes get weak Pulse rate descends.. heart rate increases It's like beam me up, Scotty, I control your body I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party And all due respect, when I say mic check Let a sucker slide once -- then I break his neck So when I say jump, you reply, "How high?" Because I'm takin no prisoners, so don't play hero and die cause you're a soldier.. and I'm a Green Beret I do not think twice about the MC's I slay So if you want to battle, I highly recommend this: Bring your dog, mom, and dad.. because I'm Strictly Business .. [Erick Sermon] Yo yo, you're still pickin on that four-leaf clover? Bring in the Sandman, sucker.. because it's over My name is Erick Sermon and I'm back again I see the heads still turnin and my so-called friends They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash Mad and stuff -- because they don't have cash Like the E-Double.. or the PMD He drives a Corvette, I drive a Samurai Suzuki I'm a locksmith.. with the key to fame Never high on myself -- always stay the same Play a lot because I'm hot, like a horse I trot Around the track and back -- fatigued? No, I'm not [Parrish Smith] Well I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one who likes to say hello to a fly girl that is good to go With the slow tempo, and the off-beat rhyme flow Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin or relaxin -- just subtractin and reactin on a sucker MC who mouth keeps on yappin and flappin I lose my cool, then I'll start slappin and smackin You wanna roll? Then Albee start jackin and cappin No time to lounge, I'm packin and strappin At my point of attack I soar at you like an eagle I'm the sheriff, and bitin is illegal So when I'm in town, I highly recommend this You gots to chill, because I'm Strictly Business |
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| 6:13 |
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| 12. |
| 10:12 |
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(W W W R L) You just can't believe me When I show you what you mean to me You just can't believe me When I show you what you cannot see You're hiding from feelings, searching for more Sharing and hoping, untouched for so long Our lives still change from the way that we were And now I'll tell you something I think you should know You just can't believe me When I show you what you mean to me You just can't believe me When I show you what you cannot see You cause me confusion, you told me you cared He's calling these changes that last to the end Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies The past is your present, the future is mine You just can't believe me When I show you what you mean to me You just can't believe me When I show you what you cannot see You tell me you need me, I'll make it this time The thread won't divide us, the sensation survives I was sure that I told you it was good from the face You've caused me some problems, you've taken my place Why can't you see what you mean to me? |
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| 4:54 |
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| 5:33 |
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