Illmat!c
Illmat!c - Rage Against The Machine songtekst
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Ey yo I'm still wicked like Ice cube I get loose Can't stop till I get 6 crowns in the juicewho am I iz the I'll muthafucka Do or die we gives a fuck muthafuckerspittin' fire gimme that mic so I can rock it I got a million rhymes in my pocket till I stop itI drop it for the love of it I'm in it 2 win it My rapstyle techniques kill yo azz inna minutecan I kick it yes you can You fucking with the wrong crew fucking with the wrong mangoddamn I swear you smell MC aroma Leave yo azz in the Koma when I come around the cornerwhat the fuck I rock yo block no question The last thing you see in yo life is my reflectionyou can't stand my action my perfection is godless Cuz when I'm on the mic muthafucka you're jobless Hook: Lemme hear you yo yo (yo,yo) Blaze shit iz all up in my flow And a pop pop (pop, pop) 4 the hits I drop up in yo block And what, what 4 the lyrics that I'm gonna shock And woo, woo (woo, woo) What you gonna do Lemme hear you hoho (ho, ho) 4 the illest rhymes up in my show And a pump pump (pump, pump) 4 the funk I got up in my trunk And a yes yes (yes, yes) 4 my class that nobody can mess And woo woo (woo, woo) What you wanna do II I'm the illest muthafucka a live stormin your area The I'll massaker lyrically blastin yatestin ya smokin yo azz like weed I feed microphones with words till yo eyes bleedfucked up no criminal straight up physicalIllmatic is my name call me lyrical originaltime 4 open fire the mic iz my desire Takin you higher 2 my own empiremy entire family is blessed wid da gift I don't give a fuck what the hell you sniffback 2 the essence get your lessons so come near So I can fuck your flow and stick my dick in your careerI'm here wid lyrical fitness hit this wid a