- Gift of Gab The Writz 歌詞
- Gift of Gab
- Come lets sit
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
And count the 12 up in the mix
Puttin down the Writz
MCs walk within
The round part off-way beat
It took they on somewhere they drift
Puttin down the Writz
Ear duct probably jump into your mental
When you hear what rhyme inventions I been into
Just the clear-cut, uncut **** without delusion
Its the sheer rough raw preach skills that Im inflictin
In the rear cut, now Im just spot, peepin my competition
Hear what mere mortals could never pull up in my sphere pluck ports
Inferior years come and go, its about to be one
Here, cause now its all I know
And heres what they want, up jump the frequencies
The Leer jet speeds like sound
Surroundin poundin in your eardrum (Watch out now!)
Make preparation for it, here it comes (Tumblin down!)
For centuries to come and then some
Rhymes Menthol without the hedges
And the benz son, time gets stalled
A rappers head is just a emblem on my wall
I like to welcome MCs inside of my melodical Monsters Ball
And yes, yes, yaaaalll
Come lets sit
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
And count the 12 up in the mix
Puttin down the Writz
MCs walk within
The round part off-way beat
It took they on somewhere they drift
Puttin down the Writz
Look out below, Sharky!
Got a new machine and now Im feelin kinda cocky
When I grab a pen I hear the theme song from Rocky
Rhymes intoxicatin like a warm cup of sake
Sock it tome, rock it truly, we aint never sloppy
I could get you higher than the seed of a poppy
Choppy rhyme jalopy, moppin oppositions
Starvin carbon copy, rock me Ill be rockin noggin
Startin wars in your apartment lobby, golly
Rhymin like a Simple Simon, timin off and probly
Gobblin all them arts Im often flyin in the sky
Sire with the higher fire
Choirs till your psyche strikin mightily
I cordially invite you all to
Come lets sit
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
And count the 12 up in the mix
Puttin down the Writz
MCs walk within
The round part off-way beat
It took they on somewhere they drift
Puttin down the Writz
MCGI, people call me Gift
When Im tearin up a party I feel no guilt
I tilt scales, build, sell prevail and just wail
On MCs with these, a 10th degree blackbelt
Verbal warlord
105, the zero look up at the scoreboard
Got so high you thought I couldnt ever soar more
Baby bye-bye, my rock is takin off (All Aboard!)
Into the sky we travelin through sound corridors
Way up high we take ya places that ya four-door
Couldnt explore and leave the Coliseum tour for-
Ever and a day and a hour and 7 minutes and a second
Exactly and evermore
Come lets sit
Where rappers have the rock flip scripts
And count the 12 up in the mix
Puttin down the Writz
MCs walk within
The round part off-way beat
It took they on somewhere they drift
Puttin down the Writz
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