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Stick 'n' Move

This is how it’s done going for the title and crown
Renowned MC’s surround as the beat breaks down
In 2 elements clobbin’ up those took the best of us,
The M-I see the way it ought to be finessed
and yes, yes am I the one to keep you on your toes?
(most)Definitaly in my b-boy pose, the-a electric pulling you in with a slight twist,
Touch your chin to your chest to the rhythm like this
Chorus:
and I see what I have, I want you
To be with me or Stick n’ Move
Now I see what I had, and I want you
To be with me or Stick n’ Move
MC’s dogging me since the first day I grabbed the mic
Now it’s like Sit! Stay!
Cobra path lifestyles i’m kickin’
Stickin’ MC’s real quick ’cause times tickin’
At the drop of the defense, I let loose the venom
Sendin’, a tribal verbal heat up in em’
The ending will come, if you dont grab your family and run
Apocalyptic rhyme pattern taking shots at the sun
Record industry rule, four-thousand-eighty-one
Question my intentions and your whole world is done
Like wars to Rome, turn your eyeballs into Saturn
Full metal jacket fully auto rhyme pattern
Chorus
Stick it, rock your whole clique and I’m wicked,
Move it, moving all the tunes and you groove it (4x)

Rhinestone

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core of the rotton
Stop and just what I thought
The sun has escaped us
So I’m bright in the sky
And I’m far from rapist
Look at why did try (2x)
From the thread to the needle, middle to end
When skies C-ock back and shock that which couldn’t defend
The rain then sends dripping acidic questions
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust
A spot of light floods the floor
And pours itself upon a world of pretend
Then the eyes ease open and its dark again
Chorus
Bridge:
In a minute you’ll find me
Eyes burn me up
You say you’ll never forget me
But the lies have piled up
Moving all around
Screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
And as wheels go round the sunset creeps past the
Street lamps, cars, chain-links, and concrete
A window then grows and captures the eye
And crys out yellow light as it passes it by
A small black figure sits in front of a box
Inside a box a rock with the needles on top
Nothing stops in this land of the chain
When brains lose not knowing they were part of the game
And the insides go but the box stays the same
In shame, shovel up the pieces to the pain
You could try to hide yourself in the world of pretend
When the paper’s crumbled up it can’t be perfect again
Yeah I got you got in the act
You better step back
Telling me that
I’m seein right through you (7x)

Reading My Eyes

The Microphone Molesta’
The chevy undresser
Stupid dope fresh tight sh*t resurrector
Top gun man mod best of the besta’
The living MC peace and resta’
Still tested the flexed gunna’
The make funna the appisary make runna’
Make summa cold with rhymes that spit
Get gifted, lifted, deliquent ’wit
I be the prophet, in my hand
Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it
Locked it down with this perverse verse
Every f*ckin’ curse I burst to hurt
Room crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn’t do my lines
Decorated like christmas pines with Italian rocks
MCs become silohetes in shock
Chorus:
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days
Hit the dirt
Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt
I’ll b*tch slap your soul
Track the track control
You coming at me?
You can’t hack it though
So rediculous
Watching my crew get sick of this
Wickedness
Pitchin this
Lyrical brichisness
To crews and cliques
Maiden, men, and mistresses
This is my life
The twilight, the fight night
And trying to see nothing but the highlights
When I write
These eyes on horizons
Top of Mike, start cries on to Krylon
Fire on, rude men telekenetically
As aterically beats become a clarity
Feel averity’s heroism, and heracy
And severe every MC I see with Neverity
Chorus
Why not
What a keep (3x)
Why not give me what I came to deserve
Why not give me what I came to believe (2x)

Fuse

Of course you know what a fuse is…
It’s a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
When you strike a match and light it
It burns, fitfully, spiraling to it’s end
At which there is, a little surprize
From the planet of Krypton, short suit MCs you’ll be ripped on
You fell off and it’s my lyric sheet you slipped on
Get gone, spit on mic’s made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs mightier than King King
or Donkey(kong), you think you want me or want this?
You want some? hold your reputation for Ransom
With these here, handsomely crafted tactics
To break a snake and see like a cheap profilactic
Galactic, space now yeah that grabs attention
Crackheads nodded like a pest can’t even mention
Right a pat traps gas tracks in sections
Kid says this? he’ll need witness protection!
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I’ll be here (2x)
Yo dig this,(dig this), yo it’s the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific
Duck us, the ruckus I’ll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one, lalala loose frind me fearsome
Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone
Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth batallion
Shallow the one who’s run like rebels
Enola gay rhymes kicked the notch up a level
In intesity, send back the tax that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
MP3 versus R33 MCs, swiss change your gear putting shrapnel in the breeze
We’re MCs with enemy companies with my hand
full of lyrics talking ’bout you want these?
Please! don’t even speak the name of channels
and low gadget mic sh*t put it down like pens
For my friends and my fam let them dodge it around
this mic shot through the back of an MCs hand
With the strength that he had a bridge you don’t want
that close body fields in hand to hand combat
Battle cats, it’s like the sectional speech warfare
words flashing at cordicy
Can be affording whenever the shots get lit,
don’t question my intention when your butt gets kicked
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I’ll be here
Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I’ll be here
You want these MCs with lyrical back smacks!
Go ahead! suit yourself!
Why wait, I shouldn’t of told myself! (8x)
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I’ll be here (2x)
I’ll be here
Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks
Try to see what I
Cant be seeing
I’ll be here
You want these MCs with lyrical back smacks!