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possibly going platinum - mc algorhythm lyrics

possibly going platinum lyrics
psychotics use it to a dead stop
so let me do what i did it, but you flop
a*yo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop chop chop
everybody know i’m with that suicide cop
d*mn near had to go beat his kid?
my mind spits with an animal fooling a master race scarface bid
be careful who you wants to f*ck me good
figure they ate the kids, the elders and the flavor’s good

rip up the ozone
cause he the chef
you’d be a fad

sometimes i question whether this dude’s for real
it’s time for this sh*t, for that mass appeal
i see these streets is real, can’t roll without steel
we began to discuss what the dealy deal?
give it to death to a house: you can’t bleed from
you didn’t rob me in the pot, i just creep up in them
me and the extra p and q, it’s just that dumb
toast on the road but on stage, call me vlad i’m impaling them
i’ll be drunk on the business and be patient
i know about something that i made a statement
man, it’s ralph lauren, this ain’t no need for hesitation
all this lyricism straight to the radio station
now the good and bad x
f*ck them devils, mike, we just follow these steps
so muh’f*cker if you cheated would come next
one of the internet just means you got to have s*x
non*believers, you can deal with the influential slang
at exactly which point do you bang?
now who ready to brawl, you can’t hang
gucci gang, gucci gang, gucci gang, dookie, dang

people need me, i’m the d*mn fool that shot him
when i see a motherf*cking cop, i don’t dodge him
sound the alarm, you know we come to the f*cking rim like brim
it’s like apollo, but i’m not him, aight slim?
and stars do shine, i take my time and realign
i don’t mean to boast in that last line
but no matter how fine
you never knew that i would do whatever in no time, no shine
marijuana endorphins make you nod in reverence?
take a moment to hold hands with geppetto the lecherous
and you ain’t got no man, hop up in my fight?
you wanna bring it, so f*ck it, come on and do it right
gotta get up and get beat down
hey, slim, i drank a fifth of bacardi from out of town
and for you sucker mc, you sad*faced clown
beat it up, beat it up, then i’ll pass it around
please excuse the murderous monologue of a kind
i’m the suit, so call me for my dawgs

goin on and on to the head off a fifty nine fifty
they don’t wanna hear you haters say hi to ya city!
i know what i’m gonna live and give it to ya city!
step up to something so motherf*cking greedy, gritty
succeed in this broke future that will when they’re all dead
and that’s the privilege of policing for some bread
i took his life would be out of patience, through my own
yes sir, i’ve done so well, hit cartwheel in my zone
god d*mn, fat b*st*rd, where that bright light with insight
ignorant, yes, that’s a lie, but i hate this spotlight
around the age of five g5’s with five heats, nothing sweet
to a state, when they corpses resting under our feet
mamas boy once, but that dude that’ll sit back and i meet?
her blood is a b*tch in the back streets without heat
but that’s if you can make us all clown in the street
cause i’m hard as a rock and imma shuffle your feet (bet)
how’s about that, it seems like it’s my last session
premier hit me with the envious questions
i just sold this motherf*cker out, i ain’t even have to mention
wear it on top of that, this is a confession

in my blood is a million stories (yeah)
thought about it for a minute
in my blood is a million stories (yeah)
think about it for a minute
look at the coroner between the scenes, destroy your dreams
ayy, wake up, choking like it ain’t wrapped up in them jeans
so throw on the asphault, slow flashing her high beams
see, slim*shut up, b*tch! i’m trying to get the ball team
and i wonder cause you’re a willie, now the cornerstone
i said you’re free to go, but look at your name known
i said d*mn, right outta your mind and outta control
she don’t believe us, you thrust but can’t grab control

heads turn, and i’m the drifter
i had the chance to be fun to me later
heart of an 80s pager
my son is here to tell a waiter
i am a bonafide layer
there’s no reason to cry later
it feel like a laser pew pew
get ninja’d on the block
making them think hip hop livestock
i got the calico with the body rock
hangs with the jefferson walk
blessed with the jefferson walk
and moving your body between chalk

will the boys in the blocks of hate and can’t wait till the end of the well
yeah, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well
stand there looking stuck
you got heat, you better duck
stand there looking stuck
well i’m as sl!ck as f*ck

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