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Correct The Jam Lyrics
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Correct The Jam
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Kick it! [Verse 1: MC Zappa] Eternally blessed; I son all rappers wit' no paternity test When I’m Smashin', my mains are neither Kirby or Ness I'm so sick of the suckers with the poor prose That I gotta go off like a whore’s clothes You know my sound is heavier than a cinder block All eyes are on me when I begin to rock Listen to the bass explode like a bombshell Somebody's always watchin' me 'cuz I rock well No need to wonder why I'm in the public eye It's cut and dry; 'cuz I'm funkier than Funka Fize I’m at the top of the class, and I set the curve Thinkin’ you could step to me? Where did you get the nerve? MCs can't get a moment of peace, yo ’Cuz they all wonderin' when the flowin' will cease Like EPMD, I'm handlin’ business And you know that this, is the jam! [Chorus] (scratched) Jam! (scratched Let me hear you say--- (scratched) Jam! (scratched) Jam! [Verse 2: MC Zappa] I'm so ill, you can never develop a cure So the rhymes are always dope; you can bet it for sure Wit' my technique, I wreck weak toys and suckas And I'm guaranteed to bring both the noise and ruckus Zen pen; I write rhymes of infinite depth Try to bite, and you'll be dead before you finish the breath My rhyme scheme is so sharp, you'll get impaled Don't even try to step to me, because ya shit's stale I go below the surface like a submarine You can call me a soul surgeon 'cuz my cuts are clean The flex is a guillotine; I'm slicin' appendages Crematin' wit' rhymes; they say I'm nice with the sentences I be cookin' MCs like hash browns So you better back up unless you tryna get smacked down I'm playin' sucka MCs out like a baby grand; the ladies' man MC Zappa be makin' crazy jams [Chorus] (scratched) Jam! (scratched) Let me hear you say--- (scratched) Jam! (scratched) Jam! [Verse 3: MC Zappa] So many suckas' rhymes are weaker than styrofoam So I'm strikin' fear and commandeerin' the microphone And of course, I slam it hard like a Charizard And blast toys who think I'm somethin' to play wit' It's all a game, and I am the protagonist Of The Jam; another one of Zappa's hits This record just ain't like no other My flow so smooth, ya can't believe it ain't butter Damn; I'm goin' in like I got a curfew Not a waiter, but if you want beef, I'll serve you Bringin' hell like Halloween, but this ain't a trick-or-treat For me to defeat sucka MCs is a simple feat Yo, I got more rhymes than Shonda And damn, it's just so scandalous I'm gettin' away wit' murder on the microphone I'll strike ya dome wit' my Bit-Hop beats; this is the jam [Chorus] (scratched) Jam! (scratched) Let me hear you say--- (scratched) Jam! (scratched) Jam! (scratched) Jam! [Breakdown] Too Much Phunk, Too Much Phunk, Too Mu- Too Much Phunk, Too Much Phunk, Too Mu- Too Much Phunk, Too Much Phunk, Too Mu- Too Much Phunk, Too Much Phunk, Too Mu- Too Much Phunk, Too Much Phunk, Too Mu- Too Much Phunk, Too Much Phunk, Too Mu- Too Much Phunk, Too Much Phunk, Too Mu- Too Much Phunk, Too Much Phunk, Too Mu-
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