Makeba Mooncycle - Stress - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Chorus 2X: sample] Even when the stress come do this.. It's telling me something... It's giving me warning... It's gotta be rough and... [Makeba Mooncycle] Breaking from behind bars, like Oz, this MC's nice So I pause for applause, throw your fists up for the cause And if you choose to drop your drawers like the whores It's your call, not like anyone at all Prevention like crime, I rhyme all the time Same state of mind, plus I'm, deadly like swine Disease over track, straight up, killer of wax You choose to tax, while I build to the mass Aim to make dough like '80's crack, and Jersey carjacks I eat a pro black, who comes through like the Mack Blurring your vision like cataracts Where my Gods at? Where my Gods at? I flip broads like flapjacks, lifting your spirits To new heights like Prozac Murdering MC's in the first, and second degrees I'm here to appease, connecting lands to seas Nothing flows past me, I'm the illest MC There's no one as nice as me [Chorus 2X] [Makeba Mooncycle] My moon rises, tall I stand, people out your Game plan, the incredible woman That no one comprehends, screw the pain, I hold the title Maintaining and throwing no rival, you see me? Every three years like a 2 dollar bill When your game steps up, you become some what ill The future fortune fiver, MC Lady Godiva Yeah, I'm scorching hot, I run you out your town like lot Forget me not, leave you in the past to rot How you like it, burnt or raw, have you coming back, more and more This musical score is coming straight to your door It's like molten rock, every syllable is meant to shot I'm the tick to your tock, the ship to your dock You thought you wasn't, getting hit, I'm better known as Brooklyn's infamous [Chorus 2X] [Makeba Mooncycle] Starving, ready to eat MC's, alive Nothing to lose, this game is straight suicide I'm holy with the vanity ties If you push your weight, I want a piece of your pie Telling life stories while popping Crys' I present tracks with gifts, like fresh lime to your lips Size sixty hips, fitting into a five six My lyrics are unstable like, rings to navals What's the truth, from your fables Chicken playing, hot saddity, leader of my own committee Tearing down cities, like L.A., New York and Philly I create the path, I'm naturally blessed Never the creeper, in other MC's steps You're just another microphone clone, studio made tone Yes I'm, bad to the bone, and holding my own Everytime the Moon sets, and the sun takes the rest Yeah, I give birth, you're lost, cuz you have no heatness of the Earth [Chorus 2X]
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