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laze - with a pound bro lyrics

b-ss thick as the chunky milk your moms drinks
toss a lyric at my boys to see what they think
gots to keep on rolling with a stream of consciousness because
consistent flows of thought are what i taught for efficientness
and though opinions are important and i take my criticism
if it’s unsubstantiated the middle finger’s what i give ’em
taste a sliver of the lyrics i developed in my womb
a lyrical fetus to be delivered to the public soon
dub it fool, dub it fool, get my sh-t known
’cause i’m livin’ in a gl-ss house and i want to cast a stone
maybe sharon will guide me with her natural instinct
prefer the basic ’cause the complicated gets extinct
the foundation’s always there and to show that i care
about the future of the music i’ll use it to repair
the current condition of all the wack -ss shows
and i’ll end each one with a pound, bro

left to the right with a pound… bro, so
gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro
left to the right with a pound… bro, so
gimmie a pound, bro

how’d it happen i was rapping and my brain exploded
thought i was freestyling and i was! i never wrote it!
if i wanna kick the lyrics off the top no one’s gonna’ stop me
rock the show with a pound bro, it sounds so
simple but the so-called lyricists
couldn’t freestyle if it came out they p-ss
give me a topic and i’ll rock it in an instant
whether i sound near (or whether i sound distant)
shouts go out to motherf-cking m-w-c
and all the fools on the planet who supported me
i got too many lyrics, don’t drown, yo’
end this bullsh-t this bullsh-t with a what, what?!

check the crazy flow, from the crazy bro
step to the stage and get beat by the lazy ho
self-centered rhymes i’m the king of braggadocio
grab the microphone and put the sh-t into motion
always on my toes checkin’ my back for backstabbers
but i’m strapped with a mic to smash a wack rapper
the hands clap i slap a fool across the face
spray his -ss with mace, eat him up and say my grace
the rhymes are woven like a tapestry in fact it’s me
with the needle in my hand sewing and attacking the
style biters rhyme reciters with the same sound
as i did last year when my peers put me down
but now they getting rave reviews and i still refuse
to believe it i achieved it last year and they makes me snooze
’95 is the year and i’m coming with a new sound so
hurrikane, my motherf-cker, gimmie a pound, bro

left to the right with a pound… bro, so
gimmie a pound, bro, gimmie a pound bro
left to the right with a pound… bro, so
gimmie a pound, bro

- laze lyrics

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