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da underground rap – all my life lyrics

(verse one: busta rhymes)
busta rhymes up in the place, true indeed
yes i catch wreck and that’s word on my seed
i’m guaranteed to give you what you need
one blood everybody like junior reid
wake up every morning yo i must succeed
nationwide ruckus make the world stampede
yo willie mek we roll some weed
mad charged n-gg- now i must proceed
yo we ’bout to make moves, set speed

(verse two: killah priest)
(verse three: method man)
check it, i’m the f-cking man, who they mention
noticed that other n-gg-s rap styles is bogus
doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo
blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation
inside ya, cause i be that h-ll sure provider
providing the rhyme that be deep as the poseidon adventure
n-gg-s need to test they freaking temp’ture
for the sickness that be spreading with the quickness
remedies, cousin i be doing on my enemy
penalty, then i drink forties to they memories
emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity
blunt smoke in the air reveals my ident-ty
(tical…. tical… ti-cal, ti-cal…)
as i keep it moving, we keep it moving uh
keep it moving, and keep it moving uh
keep it moving baby we be moving uh
keep it moving, we keep it huh rharhhh
what’s that rhythm, what’s that sound?
party people getting down
when it hit no doubt about
just release, yo delf!!
my god, somebody said it’s on, if it is then i’ll be set
to blow a n-gg- up with my five fingers of death
i bring it to his whole d-mn fam, understand if you fronting
on any man down with the clan, i be coming
for the headpiece you can’t cope
for my brother, i bring it to the pope, word to mother
serial killer style from the isles of stat
my peoples are you with me, where you at?
sh-t’s getting deep in here, i mean like thick
n-gg-s looking all in my face like they want d-ck
it’s about to hit the fan, hit the floor
that’s all i can stands, and i can’t stands no more
what is it? n-gg-s think they bigger
because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit
they don’t know i’m wicked when i start to kick it
eat they raw sound, wash it down with a mistic
better yet a snapple
n-gg- want the juice but he don’t want the h-ssle
so we’re trying to overthrow the castle

- da underground rap lyrics

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