Got My Mind Made Up Lyrics

Dat Nigga Daz]

You find an MC like me who's strong

we leavin' muthafucka's aborted

with no verbal support

when I command the microphone

I gets deadly as Congo

with a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thou

who can we stand, the more power of game

and make it possible for me to drop

a few to wrecks ya brain

imagine to keep on wishin' upon a star

finally realizing who the fuck you are

when I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded,

would it be the greatest MC of all time

when I created rhyme for the simple fact

when I attack the [?clubs?] be tired

my attempts to ride

every time all night

I faced with the scars beyond

this beam or bar

for me to put down my guard

I'm faced with it, I'm a ride

breakin' in gas with the six eight all day

in an out, with my pay

I'm soon to count the bodies...

[Tupac]

So mandatory my elevation

my lyrics like orientation

so you can be more familiar

with tha nigga you facin'

we must be based on nothin'

better than communication

known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations

sorry I left that ass waitin'

no more procrastination

give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'

I'm bustin' and makin muthafucka's panic

don't take ya 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 acvtivatin yo souls

you know, the way the games get told

yo two years ago, a friend of mine

told me alazhay and Chrystal

blows your mind

bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote

takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat

[Method Man]

I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]

get in get in too [get on it]

let it ride [get wit it]

tonight's tha night

I got my mind made up, come on...

get in get in too

let it ride

tonight's tha night

[Kurupt]

Well I comes through with two packs

of tha bomb pro-folax

for protection

so my fuckin sac won't collapse

cause nowadays, shits evading the x-rays

sending young muthafucka's to an early grave

I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's

shows my hearts as cold as the tundra

electryfing like thunder

I'm just too much

rough and raw with that mutha fuckin' poisonous touch

I'm a

MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bomb Bay

ya got dissed, that's before it's in cast like Bob May

My rhymes

I leave a mark on ya mind

as the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pimes

there's no escape

na I ain't blastin' I use my mental

to assassinate assassin's Tupac Shakur - Got My Mind Made Up - http://motolyrics.com/tupac-shakur/got-my-mind-made-up-lyrics.html

for those askin'

opposed to laughin'

raw maniacal villian

laughter enhances the chances of tha killin'

why is that ?

cause smilin' faces decieve

you best believe

to MC's, I'm the deadliest disease

my thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe

ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees

In the heat of the night

is when I defeat and ignite Mic's

my verbal snipe, your vocabal site

I'm out tha cut, uncut

and raw with no clause fall

so all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall

ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere

the raider rhyme creator on both sides of tha 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, second, prepare to enter verbal combat

[Method Man]

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers

like Hitler

stickin' up Jews wit German missles

the mister Mef Tical from Staton Isle

will be back after this message

don't touch tha dial

rarely do you see and MC out for justice

got my gun powder and my musket

Blauw!

mellons get swellin', I paint mental pictures like Magellen

half of my clan, repeat felons

niggas best protect they joint tha nine nickel

man I stay on point like icicles

now who want to test Tical

then test Tical

all up in ya muthafuckin' mouth

head banga boogie

catch me on tour with Al Doogie

Method Man roll too tight, you can't fool me

better take one and pass or that's that ass

your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast

Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash

play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

[Redman]

a yo

lyrical gas spittin' tha 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 ya whole camp when I'm spliffted

Funk Doctor who spot bitch don't get it twisted

I got connects like Federal Express

to get the fresh package of bless

tha dogs can't fetch

got the clear spot from tha rear block

two plus til every nigga tear drop

men I fear not

hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop

since ya crew suit you to shift

now you claim that you get's lot

with this underground cannibis

I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst

the proceeds like Key's

my degrees freeze cause secondtively like EPMD LP's

Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake

so I erase the whole front row at your wake

I plan my escape in case J or a snake bust it

I'm tha one pushin' a hurst in the first place

confidence for you shaky ass folks

pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked

choke, off this anecdope got you ope, zeros

by my lyrical Billy Dee forty-five colt

And I'm out for nine nickel

INS tha rebel

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