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Correct Verbal Massage Lyrics
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Prime Minister
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Correct Verbal Massage
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[ verse 1 ] What could it be, y'all, massage oriental? [Ang]-Fu-Young rhymin over instrumentals? Never paid for ass, sent the geisha to the gogo Verbs drop solid, stimmulate ya like a porno I hit the mental on the [ ] rental Used to stroke skins, to the [fredricks] I'll be gentle Many tried the technique, gettin with the I'll speak Lyrically correct, even when I take a leak So I zip my zipper, it's one for the gipper Daily routine for the malt liquor sipper So, how, did you get the verbals? Mr. Prime Minister who used to give the herbals Born, yes I'm born, you could say genetical When it comes to concepts, you could say my head's full Focus on the surface, not the shades of epidermes Verbals from the Prime and Daddy Rich'll get you nervous [ verse 2 ] Blind man bluffin, mr. Puffy puffin The extra-strength lyrical soothin like a bufferin I huff and I puff, and I blow you out the box, and While the non-believers be the first people jockin I climb and I climb up the incline, I push I rhyme and I rhyme, then I push in the bush Versatile like a ginzu, gentle like a Hindu Foes try the suicide, jumpin out the window Life's a bitch, but you can change the channel What's a ball player if he ain't got a handle? Verbs flow over the beats by the Nuts, and If you got nothin, then your verbs'll get you somethin [ verse 3 ] I'm the verbal masseuse, quick to knock the boots Came to she'd light on the doubt with some proof I go conjunction, junctions with the function [Ain't the two-bit] with the Jerry Kooney-punch, and 1 to the 2, and the 3, and you're stuck up Honest Abe Lincoln, and I ain't the type to suck up To the hip-hop, drop a verse on the drum kit Bring it to the Def Jam, and then release the fat shit Figure I'm bigger, you better pull the trigger I [ ] ya, and then I leave ya with the gravedigger Then you might see me soup you up like a wanton I soak up the knowledge, soak it up like a tampon Original flavor B. C. Fred and Wilma Cause yo, I drop my shit like the Long Don Silver I stagger, the track is movin similar to turtles It's fertile, I let loose the verbals
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