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Correct Live From The D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show Lyrics
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Correct Live From The D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show
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After*2 minutes of talking [Bobbito]* Yo so let's get the mic burned open, it up [Black Thought] Yes I check, it out It's like you, listen to the musician Umbilicle mic my, syllable strikes ya vision I take you through a tunnel of thought wit, no support Now you got caught off guard by, the number one scar for the Illa-Fifth Lyrically for feelin this Black, Thought yo the skill assisted By the Mal-ik B the, symbol you remember me to be type valid Disasterous the, master just bust this for, the listener Black Thought yo while, I exhibit the Styles from, the artist boast, strokes of lyrical darkness enter, the style Severin rooms just like apartments I'll, flavor I'm a skyscraper by nature Down wit my number one neighbor Common, From >the city of Illinois you, destroy when we bombin what, Off? the top-a the, dome lyric-al don-datta Mr Trotter. Aiyyo we gotta lotta mc's on, the line of this ready to rhyme So I'm just gon' set go down wit mine rewind, check, it out [Common] I persue sound fairs relaxed, like Dru Down's hair Other n s****rhymes are like gang signs I, throw down theirs On Knotts I Landed players, get played like Hamlet Supposedly nice taken, for granted like life I write twice and drop singles in record pools N s****I'm dunkin like when cops mingle f, k**hip hop jingles Rhymin big words and not sayin s titThe click that you came in wit the, accent you flavor whipped I got my n anusTariq I, freak it in the middle of the week N s****is weak an' and I start to speakin N skankstart to leakin my, n anusDerek D an' I'm foreseein the future funky, for human beings Like I was the Biz Mark I, bring the noise iller Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer I, spill a Little bit of juice to a mc who need a new producer Got my n anusY-Not in the spot and I rock like crack I'm ready to attack Thoughts, is Black N s****understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme I Stretch a n anusall across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong Com's song'll keep goin I, start the holdin My flowin is turnin to earth The birth is comin through listenin, to cut old school laughin *Tremblin* ? when it came down the shoot [Pharoahe? Monch] (Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah yeah yo Always beginnin em forever, blendin them bendin, em again and again Sendin em back lettin, em know that minimum wages Subliminally befriending em for criminal ac-tivity Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts And milly ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax It'll be tight but only this what, n anusswears he's the nicest Just because he got rhyme of the month twice Four mic devices the, gem star blade the s titslices Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices Absolute, Absolute uh Absolute, uh Absolute, uh (kill it) [Absolute] Yes rippin, the microphone My words will enlight your dome When I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone N-Noreaga wit, The War Report my, orrator will slaughter yours Still waitin for the beat to come in I'm, dangerous like Satan Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim I'll, battle you and your cousin It's the beef for black attack When I yes, quick to subtract the wack When I go from track to track bouncin, in the mounds and coutin Flowin like water from a fountain when I deliver Like water from a river makin you shiver That's for sore the, connoisseur rippin ill-literature Yes but, I'm about to get deeper You'll catch a I'll reflection from listenin too close to the speaker When I reach ya it's, gettin more clearer outta, the era [Black Thought] It's like this we, keep you open like a parachute Took a shot of hip hop it's, Absolute For my man from the House of Representatives And turn it out aiyyo, I always do that's, what I'ma bout ta Do I show you a style and throw you For? all competitors Black, Thought comin through the seckle 'cause I'm the superior style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta-- Bust rule the microphone, Pure skills nuttin, but it all, of a sudden Mc's just start to studdered from the rap style Hey yo let me rewind check it out check, it out Well it's the deranged, style that change formats and forms I swarm like killa bees for feelin these fantasies Mc's throw a tantrum I, sing the Fifth Anthem Aiyyo it's like this my, song thump your preference You can never attempt to reach that where my level is Black Thought severin competitives off, the dome top Yo my microphone stop my, man Com just drop [Common] And don't halt I, guess it was my fault I came through thick like a malt n, s****tried to pour salt But never knew the flavor my, s titis accented from Chicago N s****follow hold, the water bottle My shit'll keep flowin Now I'm showin this poetry in motion like a picure Read the scripture understood, the first New Testament Start to blessin it The s titis like this where, the beat went I give mc's the silent treatment They tried to come against me I, told em they wasn't fresh Rappers I Crush Kill, and Destroy like Stress Extinction Agenda Com, Sense'll just send a-nother Mothafucker to the bathroom he, didn't have room to s titon the mic That I had it's, like the n anusCom Sense I, don't need a pad Off the dome my, shit'll roam/Rome like a Greek I start to speak and, n skanksound extra weak/week Like seven days I, take ya seven whole days like Tony Never been a phony Express, styles like a Pony Hold ya horses Com, Sense read The Sources Toss this type of s titthat go straight through I, lost this One time it, came back the rap sunshine N s****follow me like one time Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned ready, to get it on It's like this upon the mic yo I sit upon [Pharoahe Monch] Yo yo check, it out now one, time now Pharoahe, Monch yo It's not breaks at the bar even, if you a star Wit me and my crew baby doll you won't go far I seek the love of Allah the, laws I lay Peepin the upper echelon of light display Funk distributed rap pro attributed, to facts so Cleverly put more, revolutions than a axel The sad slow n anusmuch smoother than Coltrane Who can cop beats that I chop like cocaine The effortless action wit moves like subtraction Lip stick, and admit wit mo' satisfaction And all the while my beats can pile up More data than X-File shows all added up The educated n anusfrom Queens by, any means Servin any fiends similar, to Supreme Team But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream For n s****who fiend for hip hop I pop glock and bla-block shot and chop spots From >top notch cops to bust from a crotch Positioning what, Absolute what, c'mon c'mon kick the dome [Absolute] The last word was precision so I get a vision And makin sentences on top of your cranium Underground sub-terranien, Crossin the Mediterranean water, to slaughter mc's Who can't catch across the border Lookin across the, window not, a nympho Lookin at my man the, Jedi duck when the lead fly My man just took a picture so, I just snapped it Lookin at the man who got the joint in his back s titthe, back s titI pack s titbut it's never like an automatic I'm causin static just like the opposite of Bounce I get throwing, mad amounts Look at my man Bobbito and Stretch I gotta catch the beat I'm never come off weak 'cause weak is the opposite of strong I used to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken It's my turn to rhyme again Don't need to be greedy I, give my old gear to the needy Used to write graffiti 'cause I got the burner You might not get that but you I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap Yo Talking *and shoutouts to end
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