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mr. groove - chinny chin chin feat sp double lyrics

mr. groove:
yeah, uh hun
hip hop, hip hop
sp double;
it’s crazy man, (unh)
sp bm2, bm2 (yeah)
let’s go!!
check it!!
verse one: sp double
they don’t want me on they records cause i’ll wreck em
see em in person, check em, respect it or soul resurrected
back to the disrespectful nephew no lacking
it’s best you fall back at attention bringing back p-ssion of pestilence
the message is medicine the pencil is peddlin penicillin
so repent or regret the second you sent yo feelings
on instagram dropping 20 songs a day
ain’t nothing when 50 rappers said what you bout to say
it’s all games until they in front of you, asking what you wanna do
plata or plomo a real catch 22
y’all in this for the politicking and acceptance
i done walked outta several sessions for less than those lessons
i revel in blessing, bevel the essence of a lion with faith
firing face giants the size of leviathan
a violent mind with the patience of violet
violate pulling strings like a violin
hook:
your arms are too short to box with god
i’m like ra in the flesh, i shine on ya
you little n-ggas need support that’s patronage
bow down before the throne and pay homage
n-ggas swear they got the bars to overthrow the kingpin
not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin
claim they bear arms for war and they in it till they win
not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin

verse two: mr. groove
i handle bars like evil kenevil
l and clap heavy calibars like a 50 cal eagle
i endanger species my license to k!ll has no expiration
give n-ggas the heebee jeebeez when talons start aviating
another bad creation this is mafia business
and my family is the foundation for it
check the indicator it’s obvious i’m never out of pocket
groove is monstrous godzilla over the city stomping it
what i accomplish is the sh-t legends are made with
composed ebonics trained in black ops how i slay sh-t
leave n-ggas catatonic trapped inside the matrix
cuhz they’re rudiment is basic they know nothing of painting mosaics
i turn serene into archaic
turn the sandbox to a k!lling field where bodies are decaying
wild west n-gga i am shooting from the hip
got em doing the hammer dance my toolery is 2 legit
i author the illest script my pen is equipped with a cyanide tip
i ice men with the writ unh
i’m running prime time no interference
giving n-ggas the kiss of death that’s my term of endearment
i been on my pivot ever since my first appearance
i been bout them digits finance is my true religion
and i’m surrounded by the lynchmen
and u can smell the stench of death when the the platinum noose claims another victim
hook:
your arms are too short to box with god
i’m like ra in the flesh, i shine on ya
you little n-ggas need support that’s patronage
bow down before the throne and pay homage
n-ggas swear they got the bars to overthrow the kingpin
not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin
claim they bear arms for war and they in it till they win
not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin
verse three: mr. groove
i am hamlet with a ratchet socrates with a flamethrower
plato with a 223 painting the art of war
with broader strokes that before the flames i stoke till they roar
i spit fire inside the cipher murder is being scored
and i keep the cut pure keep the listeners faces numb
i’m dope just ice on the track cold gettin dumb
call me iron lung spitting 5 deadly venoms
and my 5 fingers of death insure i stay winning
focused my chi then i focused that energy onto the
focused my weaponry then squeeze incessantly
cuhz you peasants be steadily scheming upon the throne
best believe there be no coup i can’t be overthrown
king groove yeah that other shyt i’m on’s exquisite
i exhibit boss mannerisms really about the business
while these other n-ggas claim they with the business. swear they adding digits
but they can’t provide specifics they counterfeiting the figures (it figures)
now i got n-ggas bound in ligatures
tough guy n-ggas is quoting scriptures
but there will be no intervention before lucifer come to get ya bloaw
before them deuces rain and hit ya
this is a seance n-gga this is chaos n-gga
watch me raise h-ll on earth to incinerate ya n-gga
pardon the interruption as i steven a ya nagga
cuhz the eloquence that i k!ll with it is major
pain no damon no terms for the laymen when i’m aiming
i keep that eye fixed like a mason
n-gga this narration is worthy of the n0bel piece
i accomplish greatness over these here beats
making a mockery of all them incoherent flows
all that bullsh-t on the radio
hypnotizing the youth groove is the firing squad
locked and loaded and ready to shoot das boot

- mr groove lyrics

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