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mc rimmer - groovy (outro) lyrics

[verse 1]
as long as vegetarians d-mn eating meats, i’ll be slamming on these beats you tell me what to do, but i won’t listen to you i’m having this my way, i’m the predator, you the prey lyrical possession is my profession, i’d like to mention my intention limited liability, murder you with my rhyme in signature time i’m here to indicate, stimulate, maybe innovate while you imitate 1 for knowledge, 2 for wisdom, take a moment to listen to the drum what happens in the rap game, never stays in the rap game commercialize the game, for money and fame, street cred they claim it sounds all the same, call me sellout, do what you want, your nothing but a bluff, a taunt no thanks, i k!ll like a tank, while you shootin blanks, laugh all the way to the bank 1,2,3, i’m done, end of verse, for better or worse

[verse 2]
take you by storm, like a swarm of bees, once we sting, you’ll on your knees we have terror to sp-wn, like big l we’ll put it on i ain’t happy when i don’t listen to my marvin the rum is red, murder, the lyrical k!ller has struck again i’m a beast, my raps are supreme, extreme like rakim, rip yaki, 2pac scott la rock from the bronx, no thonx a play on words, and i’m the quarterback, so know how to act let’s commence, my content is dense, you don’t make dollars or sense braggadocio, you people don’t know, my raps tops and nothing below call me a bit oldschool, i drop jewels, our lyrics will wanna make you retool we’re the bad guys, we’ll leave you blue black like a pair of levis a bit nasty, nothing fancy or cl-ssy, on point actually krs-one wanted to have 3 .45’s, for his bdp crew, cuz the nine didn’t do you know i got a mad steelo, bad, cuz’ i feel fo yo i’m fast as dj quik, mad brothers know not to start bullsh-t around town, my rap are a bit nastier, bigger, lyrical k!ller you say your great, but mate you need to get your fact straight or whatever, now or never

[verse 3]
believe us, we’re sleepless cuz death has weakness foreign cringe orange, we rap g*niuses, our lyrics leave your explanations speechless ever since medical marijuana, all my friend been getting glaucoma we’re here in flesh, funky fresh, not rotten, the last is the best don’t deny, you try and try, you’re better off with a suit and tie besides, the beats provide, the lyrics are outside not inside the box, sly as a fox, but screw the news, i’m talking bout’ the lyrics we use up against us you’ll be lucky to survive, so you might just fail to be alive f minus, you criticize a bit bias, we’ll leave you spineless, now that’s priceless unless your robert christgau, so now you know, we aren’t your average joes throw you like a brick in the snow, our raps are pro, leave you like a spoon in a cereal bowl if you make a mistake, we’ll be on your -ss like a jake, but no donut breaks one more rhyme, so we’ll get to the bottom line

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