- Lyrical Wizardry 歌词 Junior M.A.F.I.A. kleptomaniacs
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- kleptomaniacs Lyrical Wizardry 歌词
- Junior M.A.F.I.A. kleptomaniacs
- Lyrical wizardry dances on
MC's like
Murray on
SC's Never flaunt, now mother*******s come test me
Burnin everybody hotter than torches at
Jamaican parties
Far from angels, *************s can't see me like
Charlie Style weak?
Hardly! Don't let the wacked persue you like
Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on
Harleys *************s get injured, ****** do' in 40 fingers
Got ******* by bike bar bussin
Glocks off a' *************s
Klep don't give three *************ts to flip scripts
Miss bullets from clips, leave *************s rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, *************, so if you test me *************t gets messy, bustin .38 speci outta paper bags like
Joe Pesci
Yo, you know the tune
Make sure ******* don't eat when it's time to *************t out them coke balloons
Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now
I got grown ladies bustin .380's outta
E Class Mercedes (Hurry the ************* up *************m, get on!) (************* you mother******* let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them *************s) (Mother*******s!! *gun shots*)
MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass
Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass
Who wanna get broke the ************* up?
Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like
Chinese and spelling bees
T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es
The nicest,
Jesus Christ-es
Junior Mafioso, *************s get torn off head to torso
Bullets evacuated out windows
From Hekkyl and
Coch, P7 inmates
Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist
No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break
Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin
************* caught up in the hustle
************* flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings
I bubble Trouble's what
I look for in stores on expensive floors
Beeling boots is essence, bookin
Pelle's in my drawers
Armani, Gianni
Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru
It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them ************* ass *************s screamin like a ****** retard
Lyrically
I come off like ink alarms
Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms
*************s couldn't see me with closed circuit
TV tryin to peep my steez, like
DT's I get over like
I'm fifteen (Hey, you're not fifteen)
I'm fifteen, what? (What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?)
************* you!
Soundin like that ************* from
Night Court
Loose my cuffs
I'm outta here!
MC's be fake like toupes so
I transplant
Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red
Soundwaves disrupted, they ******, kid
Airholes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin
The best is yet to come
MC's get strung like heads on drums
They don't be knowin what
I'm knowin
Flowin like
I'm flowin
Makin mother*******s take nose dives like 747
Boeings Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face
*************s get wet up like
Alasha's on
Klep's place
Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes
Sick minds don't care, rockin parties from front to rear
Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on
Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms
Livin in a world where you do what you must
If preachers be robbin *************s who the ************* can you trust?
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