Tonalità: C major
Verse 1
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I'm swingin' on notes,
like Tarzan did a vine
Capturin' supreme thoughts
in -between blue lines
Practice the flow until I've
mastered the pattern
That is placin' me inside of
my own category
VH1's callin' suit,
we wanna do a behind -the -music story
It's very simple, I'm a hustler just like Nori
No one MC's for me, I represent
I .E. I'm mentally free cause of Christ
Offer up myself as a living sacrifice
My writings entice consumers
who heard rumors
That the album Dust in the Wind
was nice from beginning to end
Pick it up, you will be pleased
Cali's no longer known for cheese,
but dope MC's
All hands in the air please, tuck your thumb
Put your fingers in the middle
Wave from left to right
as you watch the speakers wiggle
MC's, comin' by the dozen,
so we have to kick somethin',
we know you love it,
strange patterns,
underground, fresh, cold slams
Everybody out in Cali,
don't gangbang
MC's, comin' by the dozen,
so we have to kick somethin',
we know you love it,
strange patterns,
underground, fresh, cold slams
Everybody out in Cali,
don't gangbang
I've always rapped like a pack,
drew inside a dresser,
tight but still some thought
I might crumble under pressure, man
I guess I'm like Vanessa
Saved the best for last, sound simple,
still kinda complicated
like a jazz rap slide
And so I'm coming out of hiding like a stash,
used to take a hit and pass
off that kilograms
Then I would sit and say
I'm getting wilder,
getting is good, but it was written evident
In scripture that I was meant to become
a representative in this gospel game
So forget the fame, man,
everything is everything,
acting copasthetic
Look around, it's so pathetic,
check the one who said it,
ain't nothing new
You supposed to read it, man,
I'm so poetic,
my slow opponents will sure regret it
No longer indebted, freedom in Christ
Give God the credit,
leave a crown, spread it
Open hope, and I never finish
A mod from 4th Avenue Jones,
we soup the Kimmich
MC's, comin' by the dozen
So we got to kick somethin',
we know you love it
Strange patterns,
underground fresco slams
MC's, comin' by the dozen
So we got to kick somethin',
we know you love it
Strange patterns, underground,
fresh, cold slams
Everybody up, yeah, don't get
I vow to never complain,
but always hit hard like Ronnie Lott
Give it all I got, capture your attention
and take you for a spin around my block
Then back to your resting
spot like Pink Dot
I love hip -hop,
that's why I'm always screaming
on hip -hop like Chewbacca
Tag my name on mines
across the world like Taka
You know what you ought to do
is turn your volume up to ten
When you're playing this recording
in your component set
I was into rhyming when it
was only on
in select
Kung Fu Theater, Speed Racer,
and the Ball Guy Rock Barry on 88 .3,
1580 KD
Why? Why? Why?
I had to set it up like that
so it would have meaning behind me
Saying I've been waiting a long time
to grab the mic and shine
Sublime, close encounter of
a different kind
Constantly on the grind,
always thinking about a rhyme with
a powerful punchline
Metaphors that pour my thoughts
onto your skull,
traveling down to your feet
West Coast Underground
Anthem for the streets
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MC's, coming by the dozen
So we got to hit something,
we know you're loving
Strange Patterns, Underground
Fresh Coast Slam
Put everybody out in gaps,
don't gang bang
MC's, coming by the dozen
So we got to kick something,
we know you love it
Strange Patterns, Underground
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Fresh Coast Slam
Put everybody out in gaps,
don't gang bang
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