Lyrical Wizardry 歌词
| 歌曲 | Lyrical Wizardry |
| 歌手 | Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
| 专辑 | Conspiracy |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Akshun, Klepto | |
| Lyrical wizardry dances on | |
| MC's like | |
| Murray on | |
| SC's Never flaunt, now mother****ers come test me | |
| Burnin everybody hotter than torches at | |
| Jamaican parties | |
| Far from angels, niggas can't see me like | |
| Charlie Style weak? | |
| Hardly! Don't let the wacked persue you like | |
| Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on | |
| Harleys Niggas get injured, ****ed do' in 40 fingers | |
| Got bitches by bike bar bussin | |
| Glocks off a' niggas | |
| Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts | |
| Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test me shit gets messy, bustin .38 speci outta paper bags like | |
| Joe Pesci | |
| Yo, you know the tune | |
| Make sure bitches don't eat when it's time to shit out them coke balloons | |
| Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now | |
| I got grown ladies bustin .380's outta | |
| E Class Mercedes (Hurry the **** up bitchm, get on!) (**** you mother****er let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them niggas) (Mother****ers!! *gun shots*) | |
| MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass | |
| Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass | |
| Who wanna get broke the **** up? | |
| Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like | |
| Chinese and spelling bees | |
| T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es | |
| The nicest, | |
| Jesus Christ-es | |
| Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso | |
| Bullets evacuated out windows | |
| From Hekkyl and | |
| Coch, P7 inmates | |
| Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist | |
| No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break | |
| Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin | |
| Nigga caught up in the hustle | |
| **** flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings | |
| I bubble Trouble's what | |
| I look for in stores on expensive floors | |
| Beeling boots is essence, bookin | |
| Pelle's in my drawers | |
| Armani, Gianni | |
| Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru | |
| It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a ****in retard | |
| Lyrically | |
| I come off like ink alarms | |
| Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms | |
| Niggas couldn't see me with closed circuit | |
| TV tryin to peep my steez, like | |
| DT's I get over like | |
| I'm fifteen (Hey, you're not fifteen) | |
| I'm fifteen, what? (What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?) | |
| **** you! | |
| Soundin like that nigga from | |
| Night Court | |
| Loose my cuffs | |
| I'm outta here! | |
| MC's be fake like toupes so | |
| I transplant | |
| Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red | |
| Soundwaves disrupted, they ****ed, kid | |
| Airholes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin | |
| The best is yet to come | |
| MC's get strung like heads on drums | |
| They don't be knowin what | |
| I'm knowin | |
| Flowin like | |
| I'm flowin | |
| Makin mother****ers take nose dives like 747 | |
| Boeings Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face | |
| Niggas get wet up like | |
| Alasha's on | |
| Klep's place | |
| Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes | |
| Sick minds don't care, rockin parties from front to rear | |
| Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on | |
| Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms | |
| Livin in a world where you do what you must | |
| If preachers be robbin niggas who the **** can you trust? |
| zuo ci : Akshun, Klepto | |
| Lyrical wizardry dances on | |
| MC' s like | |
| Murray on | |
| SC' s Never flaunt, now mother ers come test me | |
| Burnin everybody hotter than torches at | |
| Jamaican parties | |
| Far from angels, niggas can' t see me like | |
| Charlie Style weak? | |
| Hardly! Don' t let the wacked persue you like | |
| Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on | |
| Harleys Niggas get injured, ed do' in 40 fingers | |
| Got bitches by bike bar bussin | |
| Glocks off a' niggas | |
| Klep don' t give three shits to flip scripts | |
| Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test me shit gets messy, bustin . 38 speci outta paper bags like | |
| Joe Pesci | |
| Yo, you know the tune | |
| Make sure bitches don' t eat when it' s time to shit out them coke balloons | |
| Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now | |
| I got grown ladies bustin . 380' s outta | |
| E Class Mercedes Hurry the up bitchm, get on! you mother er let me out this L There they go right there, dot them niggas Mother ers!! gun shots | |
| MC' s get cut like glass, cut like glass | |
| Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass | |
| Who wanna get broke the up? | |
| Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like | |
| Chinese and spelling bees | |
| TPELK held to reflect a devicees | |
| The nicest, | |
| Jesus Christes | |
| Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso | |
| Bullets evacuated out windows | |
| From Hekkyl and | |
| Coch, P7 inmates | |
| Extra . 380 on a string ' round my neck cos feds check the waist | |
| No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break | |
| Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin | |
| Nigga caught up in the hustle | |
| flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings | |
| I bubble Trouble' s what | |
| I look for in stores on expensive floors | |
| Beeling boots is essence, bookin | |
| Pelle' s in my drawers | |
| Armani, Gianni | |
| Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru | |
| It ain' t hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a in retard | |
| Lyrically | |
| I come off like ink alarms | |
| Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms | |
| Niggas couldn' t see me with closed circuit | |
| TV tryin to peep my steez, like | |
| DT' s I get over like | |
| I' m fifteen Hey, you' re not fifteen | |
| I' m fifteen, what? What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin? | |
| you! | |
| Soundin like that nigga from | |
| Night Court | |
| Loose my cuffs | |
| I' m outta here! | |
| MC' s be fake like toupes so | |
| I transplant | |
| Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red | |
| Soundwaves disrupted, they ed, kid | |
| Airholes bloody rupted but that ain' t nuttin | |
| The best is yet to come | |
| MC' s get strung like heads on drums | |
| They don' t be knowin what | |
| I' m knowin | |
| Flowin like | |
| I' m flowin | |
| Makin mother ers take nose dives like 747 | |
| Boeings Obnoxious beef' s squashes facetoface | |
| Niggas get wet up like | |
| Alasha' s on | |
| Klep' s place | |
| Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes | |
| Sick minds don' t care, rockin parties from front to rear | |
| Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on | |
| Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms | |
| Livin in a world where you do what you must | |
| If preachers be robbin niggas who the can you trust? |
| zuò cí : Akshun, Klepto | |
| Lyrical wizardry dances on | |
| MC' s like | |
| Murray on | |
| SC' s Never flaunt, now mother ers come test me | |
| Burnin everybody hotter than torches at | |
| Jamaican parties | |
| Far from angels, niggas can' t see me like | |
| Charlie Style weak? | |
| Hardly! Don' t let the wacked persue you like | |
| Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on | |
| Harleys Niggas get injured, ed do' in 40 fingers | |
| Got bitches by bike bar bussin | |
| Glocks off a' niggas | |
| Klep don' t give three shits to flip scripts | |
| Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test me shit gets messy, bustin . 38 speci outta paper bags like | |
| Joe Pesci | |
| Yo, you know the tune | |
| Make sure bitches don' t eat when it' s time to shit out them coke balloons | |
| Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now | |
| I got grown ladies bustin . 380' s outta | |
| E Class Mercedes Hurry the up bitchm, get on! you mother er let me out this L There they go right there, dot them niggas Mother ers!! gun shots | |
| MC' s get cut like glass, cut like glass | |
| Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass | |
| Who wanna get broke the up? | |
| Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like | |
| Chinese and spelling bees | |
| TPELK held to reflect a devicees | |
| The nicest, | |
| Jesus Christes | |
| Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso | |
| Bullets evacuated out windows | |
| From Hekkyl and | |
| Coch, P7 inmates | |
| Extra . 380 on a string ' round my neck cos feds check the waist | |
| No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break | |
| Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin | |
| Nigga caught up in the hustle | |
| flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings | |
| I bubble Trouble' s what | |
| I look for in stores on expensive floors | |
| Beeling boots is essence, bookin | |
| Pelle' s in my drawers | |
| Armani, Gianni | |
| Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru | |
| It ain' t hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a in retard | |
| Lyrically | |
| I come off like ink alarms | |
| Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms | |
| Niggas couldn' t see me with closed circuit | |
| TV tryin to peep my steez, like | |
| DT' s I get over like | |
| I' m fifteen Hey, you' re not fifteen | |
| I' m fifteen, what? What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin? | |
| you! | |
| Soundin like that nigga from | |
| Night Court | |
| Loose my cuffs | |
| I' m outta here! | |
| MC' s be fake like toupes so | |
| I transplant | |
| Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red | |
| Soundwaves disrupted, they ed, kid | |
| Airholes bloody rupted but that ain' t nuttin | |
| The best is yet to come | |
| MC' s get strung like heads on drums | |
| They don' t be knowin what | |
| I' m knowin | |
| Flowin like | |
| I' m flowin | |
| Makin mother ers take nose dives like 747 | |
| Boeings Obnoxious beef' s squashes facetoface | |
| Niggas get wet up like | |
| Alasha' s on | |
| Klep' s place | |
| Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes | |
| Sick minds don' t care, rockin parties from front to rear | |
| Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on | |
| Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms | |
| Livin in a world where you do what you must | |
| If preachers be robbin niggas who the can you trust? |
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