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Big Country - Fake MC's lyrics
[Intro]
 They got a problem now
 Knahmsayin? There's like, too many corny rappers...
 Knahmsayin? Pretenders (put a end to you) knahmsayin?
 [Chorus]
 There's too many phony MC's out there this year
 They best to beware
 I've burnt thousands already
 So get ready, lyrics are deadly
 There's too many phony MC's out there this year
 They best to beware
 I've burnt thousands already
 So get ready, lyrics are deadly (knahmsayin?)
 [Verse One]
 Niggaz keep frontin, ain't saying nuttin
 Killah Priest remains calm, yet carry on
 Go 'head sing your song, claim y'all the dons
 Rap superstars look cute with your cigars
 Bitches like that, but where your mics at?
 Bite me I bite back - plus I break backs
 Fuck you, you can sue me, from yours truly
 when niggaz sound booty
 There's too many rappers in the East wanna be gangsters
 Too many gangsters in the West wanna be rappers
 Bunch of actors - I ought to smack ya - who's your master?
 Sit down take a lesson, stop guessin
 For years I had grace, saw your mad face
 That only showed bad taste
 Run around like you're delirious
 Foamin from the mouth like you're furious
 I'd rather be serious, it keeps the audience curious
 These fantasies - nothin for your fans to seize
 It might cause casualties
 Hollywood is not your neighborhood
 And if it is, give the mic to Natalie Woods
 And y'all can be off to see the wizard
 The wonderful Wizard of Oz, which are the A&R's
 And you and Toto, doin promos, along with the Scarecrow
 You will see no dough
 [Chorus]
 There's too many phony MC's out there this year
 They best to be awareBig Country - Fake MC's - http://motolyrics.com/big-country/fake-mcs-lyrics.html
 I've burnt thousands already
 So get ready, my lyrics are deadly
 There's too many phony MC's out there this year
 They best to beware
 I've burnt thousands already
 So get ready, my lyrics are deadly
 [Verse Two]
 I lay in the cut like peroxide
 Lookin at ya cock-eyed, cause your music sounds lop-side
 (Oooh!) They sound tounge tied
 Butch of young guys, have 'em hung high
 Watched his lungs fry, from the sunshine
 which is one rhyme generating from the mind
 Killah Priest now or late, I terminate
 Burn and break, and intimidate
 I come cold as when the winter break
 I put an end to snakes - pretenders and fakes
 Shake like a earthquake, I judge wisely
 between two pillars of poison ivy
 For those that despise me - attach 'em to the I.V.
 Your pops should've bust you on the couch
 or sent you down the mouth
 Next time wear a condom, when I step upon them
 I make MCs memories
 Whenever there's a symphony, I look sinfully
 Been doin this for centuries
 I write shit sick as Shakespeare trippin off of acid
 Roll on you like John the Baptist, with the rusty hatchet
 I preach the word of God before I murder y'all
 I swear I never heard of y'all
 There's too many MC's out there..
 [Chorus - overlaps last line]
 There's too many phony MC's out there this year
 They best to beware
 I've burnt the thousands already
 So get ready, my lyrics are deadly
 There's too many phony MC's out there this year
 They best to beware
 I've burnt thousands already
 So get ready, my lyrics are deadly
 There's too many phony MC's out there this year
 They best to beware
 I've burnt thousands already.. {*fades out*}








