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2012 - mb (eng) lyrics

verse 1 (nick layendecker)
this pagent of beauty mc’s they shit drama
with clothes like dresses till the devil wears prada
we gotta, reexamine and perpatrate the enterprise
the revolution has started we got to televise
i’m brainwashing with detergent and rap sauce
and blow the crowd away now that the caps off
i ain’t a rap god but, outta these phasads
there’s nothing i can applaud so quit it cuz i can’t nod
this shit that i jot, ink spills the legacy
2pac and biggie in the heavens they’ve been testing me
and essentially the underground is settling
no gold chains and the dull brain accessories
i’m ready to burn the edge of the street
going fast as paul walker i’m nothing that you can reach
the pastor is here to preach
the almighty savior to the game with a set of life lessons to teach
come on

verse 2 (lyrisin)
im here to break a neck its not a drug that i ain’t taken yet//you like a fire drill, i won’t even blink if you gonna make a threat//you after green i display a vet who know this play the best//yall must work for reebok, the way you niggas chasin checks//if we met i leave em red i’m a giant over the best//it get rocky and one swing could leave him flying over the fence//yall spit the same trap shit but yall ain’t sloozin the h//playing on softball the only time you move with the base//strangers to basics raising the stakes and im making the statement//plus i’m the architect i just let yall play in the matrix//stay in your places you get booked and start sangin the namin//you playing deal or no deal, you niggas trading your cases//i struggled too long to be sloppy with my style//so the hustle moves dog now im gaudy and i’m vile//if the ratchets flashing at our show it’s some thotties in the crowd//if ratchets flashin at your show, it mean i’m leaving bodies on the ground//my excellence can’t be modified no precedence that could qualify//i mastered my craft, the eminence leave em mortified//tackled my past, still see my decadence being glorified//it’s evident this a homicide, but i left no evidence that would compromise//i slipped the gloves on and the k!ll was so clean//it’s like when he changed his name to a symbol, it was no prince on the scene// dog this shit is so mean we don’t let shit intervene//dirty sprite 2 blastin while im sippin this lean//

verse 3 (mb)
im back on my grip boy, they left the boy no choice
with the heart of a warrior, i’ll fight this shit back to troy
took my chance with some coins, through the wire to the voice
got wiz khalifa high, now go and ask em, we dem boyz
vas finest, word to the clipse, i been grindin
runnin shit like v8 engines, ain’t nobody ever drive him
nobody behind em, had to go and flip the divisors
im an eclipse, how the hell they gonna go and outshine em?
can’t recline em, i won’t sit till im on top of the highest
kickflip off your pedestal, pedal more till my time end
been the flyest since birth, my shit been auto pilot
ya’ll tried to fit in, to kick it, i couldn’t rock your designer
i send euphoria at your brainwaves, surf em and crash em
bring backup like a cortex, word to cerebral -ss-ssins
im jurrasic, you got the mic, think twice when you p-ss it
its 3 kings, 3 pyramids, the mayans and the palace

- mb eng lyrics

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