Got My Mind Made Up

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] You find an MC like me who's strong Leaving motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Khan though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those Who can withstand the more power I gain And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brain Imagine and keep on wishing upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstanding, faded Would it be the greatest MC of all time when I created rhyme For the simple fact, when I attack, I crush your pride My intention to ride, every time on lye I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride Breaking in gas with the '68 all day In-and-out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies [Verse 2: 2Pac] So mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with the nigga you facing We must be patient, nothing better than communication Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waiting No more procrastination, give up to fate and get that ass shaking I'm busting and making motherfuckers panic Don't take your life for granted Put that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation, but thugged out, forgive me, Janet Who's in control, I'm activating your souls You know the way the games get controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote Taking off my coat, clearing my throat [Hook: Method Man] I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get into Let it ride, tonight's the night I got my mind made up, come on Get into, get into Let it ride, tonight's the night [Verse 3: Kurupt] Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylacts For protection so my fucking sac won't collapse Cause nowadays, shit's evading the X-rays Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfucking poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei My rhymes'll leave a mark on your mind As the deadly virus spread through your head like Sand Palm There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin' I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin'' Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of the killin' Why is that? Cause smiling faces deceive You best believe: to MC's, I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe Your whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Voorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics My verbal snipe your vocabs on site I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall You already have an idea about the superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat [Verse 4: Method Man] Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks, I makes manoeuvres Like Hitler, sticking up Jews with German Lugers The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan Half of my Clan's repeat felons Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickel Man, I stay on point like icicles Now who wanna test Tical, then touch Tical All up in your motherfucking mouth Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and falling fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast [Verse 5: Redman] Lyrical gats spitting the criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this mad underground basement shit I'm laced with Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm spliffted Funk Doctor who, Spock, bitch, don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from the rear block To bust 'till every nigga here drop, men I fear not Hold your nose and blow out 'till your ears pop Since your crew suit you to shift, now you claim that your gears locked Whiff this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst Flip MC's like ki's My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case Jake wann' snake bust it I'm the one pushing the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky-ass folks Pump for Rockefeller for the day he got smoked Choke off this antidote, got you ope Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt And I'm out for 9-nickel *in the background* [INS the rebel]