01.01.2001
6
Rap
Tekst piosenki
The AML
Mo' rhymes, mo' beats, no time for no weak MC's
[Verse One]
Enter the center where foes get injured
End up on C-Span promoting Post and rainbow stickers
Even mo' confused when you ask they gender
Reach for the mic nigga
You end up being a poster if I expose the pictures
Right now the mic is giving is giving your lame ass feedback
Screaming, "Let go nigga", you hoes think you sinister
Using my style for evil purposes
Computer geeks I do the web searches
Scratch and cut y'all of computer generated services
Trick, [?] is my epidermis
Is you verses the focal point is satellite
I send out self destructive e-mails messages
If you try to hide on that website
[Verse Two]
I brainstorm without thinking
Wisdom of life got my third eye blinking
I'm getting older
My window of opportunity is shrinking
Now do I flow to get this contract or satisfaction
You can tell in my actions there's six of us
But see to the human eye we're still anonymous
What they all about is what had you curious
As I piece my rhymes together, letter by letter
I'ma do this daily so I can get better
Make it a career so one day yo, I can get cheddar
To get to the top I'm hellbent
To this world I'm heaven sent
I gotta pay my dues like rent
My style is that of an open mind
Roll with a crew that's hard to find
My focus is straight as a line
[Verse Three]
Scriptures written by texts just paint a picture
More vivid than an art exhibit
Don't say it if your heart ain't in it
As far as getting new whips, I'll rock a car that's dented
But I'll drive a point home inside your dome that [?]
When the League bat
Angels in the Outfield watch the pennant
But we unstoppable
Heard the angels ask for God's opinion
"Yo God, how do we stop the League from winning?
Tempt them with trees and women?
Tell them if they sell their soul then they can see some linen?
Let's make it a sin to rock mics [?] appears that's not tight
The wack MC's will be praised then, controlling the spotlight."
God replied, "There's only one way to beat the Mic League
Train for centuries and inherit my steez
Otherwise the only thing you seeing is pain
You know I blessed them with quotes deeper than the King James."
[Verse Four]
Watch for this next one
I recite rhymes to put a hex on
That's why every MC I flex is now working at Exxon
Expelled for writing text wrong
This verbal spell check corrects dialects
To stop violators from trying it
My rhyme patterns go through [?] caverns with lanterns
Shine around the planet like rings [?] Saturn
Y'all didn't listen
My vocal ammunition was hissing
Now you went from body in lines to person walking like an Egyptian
[?] crimson leaks from victims of mentioning existence
They're convinced it wasn't my coalition
The squad behind us is more deadly cause you can't find us
Should've been to Vegas
Wise and paralyze you through your sinus
Soon you'll realize
You caught the Midas, far beyond the -itis
A virus so sick labels too late to copywrite us
I can't blame 'em, we will sustain
To reach the highest position
The hole break the apex [?]
[Verse Five]
Now place yourself in the kicks of a pro athlete
Who's game is so raw dawg they pro nasty
I toe tag beats with a cult of religious lyric size revolt
Maliciously vicious with it, I specialize in assault
Is it my fault?
I'm savagely causing you harm
I'm known for being deadly, I'm still practicing calm
Ask and be warned
So emotional, I snatch off your arm
They told you not to battle me now you can't pen smack with your palm
It's on
My training has been far from norm since birth
We need to take this out of orbit cause they ain't ready on Earth
Then it gets steadily worse
My sweating's disperse the same shine
That reflects across the globe and let 'em know it's game time
[Verse Six]
Mo' rhymes, mo' beats, no time for no weak antics
So we practice to hold our part of the three standards
The AML, death and taxes, we remain the champs
Same team, same name but the game's revamped
Uh, training camp's builds character
And yours looks sorta real in the videos
Thanks to them film editors
So I'm ret to go head up for our just due
No links missing and none loose for you [?] that're
Trying to find a weakness
Look behind the speakers
We knock the cord out and cause a short inside your tweeters
Running in this rat race is a dream and you can't chase or catch us
So face the fact of the matter that you have to quit, batches
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