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Gus Backus - Bring it On lyrics
Bring it on motherfucker bring it on (4X)
Verse One: Pharoahe Monch
 Mind chip 
 I even be gettin more graphic than an Neo Geo 
 Thirty-two bit computer chip be slipped between my lips 
 and then I'll spit 
 Spit it out spit it out go ahead spit out 
 that itty bitty style you upchuck 
 Betta believe I buttfuck MC's from the rear it appears you're stuck up 
 It's my terminology that strike up mind and rips this beat apart 
 You know the many styles I choose will bruise crews from the start 
 I flow awkwardly cause awkwardly I flow that's to the rhythm 
 Incisions are made into the brain and then I begin to give em 
 a lobotomy, follow me I'm shapin your brain.. like.. pottery 
 all over the track 
 Gimme the P-H gimme the A-R gimme the O-A gimme the H-E, Pharoahe 
 Crazy poison tip arrows are hittin you from all directions 
 You cannot dodge or manage to dislodge them from the point at 
 which they are connecting 
 I am se-se-selecting a ne-ne-ne-new style 
 Live for pa-pa-pa-pile-piles of MC's who try to get bu-bu-bu-buck-buckwild 
 Fu-fu-fu-fuck dat, when I'm in a renovative state of mind 
 I'm innovative, never been afraid of rockin the microphone 
 I'm prone to be eliminating 
 Cling when I sing a song of sixpence if it makes sense then sing along 
 Cling along to my nuts if you got guts then bring it on Gus Backus - Bring it On - http://motolyrics.com/gus-backus/bring-it-on-lyrics.html
Bring it on motherfucker bring it on (8X)
Verse Two: Prince Poetry
 There is no equivalent one consider me the epitome of rhymes 
 Rhythm to techs execution is parallel to them with 
 an exception of the organisms 
 My telepathy cannot be dismantled so stop sweatin me 
 Advanced data now watch your greater updates so raps get trampled 
 Fe-fi-foe steps up elevations show 
 That I'm ahead of your time specifically right behind a dope rhyme 
 Rippin shit up at prime time I'm Optimus Prime/time material 
 Imperial wizard of vocabularic havoc I eat MC's like cereal 
 That's soggy, milky skills like Mister Miyagi 
 When it's foggy I release globby spits 
 over names of rappers in the lobby as a hobby... I'll! 
 Rip your nitshit get stick quick get your crew before I do 
 Something gory to your quite futile styles 
 Miniature raps get waxed, simonized 
 Into the fifth dimension of your centifugal never typical stand attention 
 I'm, mystical rip shit til the power blows 
 Those chose to compete we delete em -- observe defeat 
 That's sending down from above to get cha hit cha split cha ditch cha 
 Picture you, victorious 
 I'm gory plus your shit's mad boring, bring it on 
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on motherfucker bring it on (2X)








