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boss muzik - mr. groove lyrics

verse one:
this is my call of duty, this is my claim to fame
i masterminded the scheme to overthrow the game
my pistols make it rain, just like a hurricane
a category 5 i flood it like pontchartrain (oh)
i spit it how i live it and keep it strictly business
that’s money over b-tches cuhz dollars feed my senses
i’m in the trenches to get it to stimulate them digit’s
economy’s my religion the paper stay in my vision
all the time grind heavy on all fronts
font and center work it for twelve months i keep it gutter
desperado in the paint handle the rock
always on my pivot and you can’t block my shot
ready or not, i stop like a sasquatch call me the juggernaut
and on the k!lling fields i’m a patriot
so pray to the patron saint’s cuhz when your stare turn blank
the hour gl-ss has no sand in the tank (oh)

hook:
this is boss muzik
go on and fire a l so you can spark to it
pop a bottle of that rose and parlay
let the paper rain down like a monsoon
makin’ moves like a tycoon
this is boss muzik
let your diamonds illuminate with every movement
pop a collar to that high dollar sh-t
celebrate the money and the power
boss status doing it big
so check it out ya’ll

verse two:
they told me get in where i fit in so i jumped feet first
like a breached birth then landed hard enough to move the earth (boom)
my gift’s a curse on anybody who thirst
for confrontation with the groove nation for that i have no patience
hex em like haitian’s the voodoo priest is waitin’
burn the block like satan till the coroner trace em
and if i erase em there’s no trace of your existence
just some spill t liquor in your remembrance
may god bless em
i’m from the gang-bang era
where colored flags in the pocket identifies the wearer each one an arms bearer
straight from the western layer
fresh from the pot into traffic i pitch the rock for the cabbage
and lead the league in run average
so stop the madness you could never spit it like this
i’m illest of the ill my flow is clinically sick
so catch a bar of my dopeness and get instantly addicted to it
no body do it like i do it
i let em know

verse three:
i’m causin’ terminal cases on a personal basis
cuhz my aim is the straightest i am a lethal weapon
and when the hood beckons for that music to drive by
i supply artillery for they ride
i stay focused like 20/20 my eyes on the finish
bout to start a victory lap to celebrate all my winning
so all hail the victor and picture in high definition
the very definition of ambition
cuhz when them 26 inches hit the pavement and traverse
that means the high plains drifter’s on a mission to murk
fool it’s game time so i take it to the rack from the baseline
and spit crack over the b-ss line
just like a base line i can take you higher than cloud nine
till you overdose from the potency of my rhyme
nine dostra nostra the unknown soldier fold ya
blow ya back and declare the game ova (game ova)

- mr groove lyrics

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