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mr. groove - i run this lyrics

unh…yeah, that’s right (g.r)
one time, oh
two times, oh
you know what? i’m going in on it (rah)

(hook)
i run this, whether marathon or a 100 you can get it anyway you want it (unh)
cuhz, i really be upon it, i check mics, check stacks and cajones (check it out)
in this zone, i stand alone, i am the torch bearer and the corner stone
in this zone, i stand alone, and the victory circle’s my home
i run this

verse 1:
extra…extra, microphone selector, check one, two i am dope with every measure
bricks on the measure flippin’ in the traffic, dealin’ black magic, ride like a maverick
spittin’ that acid, bayou cl-ssic, macho man savage no screws in the attic
n-gga check the status no other badder than he i hold a doctrine in the groove theory (verz)
like the heretic when the mics on i blaze sh-t nocturnal is the vibe work the grave shift
metaphorically i gets sick downright ugly yet my flow is like a dime that’s dark and lovely
always stand above the and p-ss down rather i defecate now tell me who’s the sh-t now let it reverberate
throughout the town i got the bomb ready to detonate yo it’s time to start the countdown

verse 2:
i arrest all development k!llin’ all the wack sh-t and this is a synopsis of being active
i’m the best at my practice the total package no matter how much you practice you’ll never reach my status
i’m an addict i’m a fiend for the cabbage cuhz money over everything’s the adage
simply risky lyrically hotter than fish grease i am simply a beast
i possess mo’ heat cuhz i’m mo’ street no margins or boundries can contain me
no lockout can stop the game i am playing i got free reign no shackles no cell blocks and no chains
big money is on display underneath the limelight and bubbly spray
i’m livin’ mine prime time dollar signs validate my greatness
pardon me but my throne awaits…biotch

(hook)

verse 3:
see these primates is primitive n-ggas stuck on stupid labor with no benefits but me i’m on that new sh-t
dying trying to get rich claiming that they shootin’
but real n-ggas don’t talk about they simply do it
me i keeps it groovin’ chuckin’ up the duces that’s why they emulate a n-gga movement
but most of these rap n-ggas perjure they-selves keep it real homes
you ain’t moving units where’s the deal homes?
who’s ident-ty did you steal homes?
see i made my bones really flamed the chrome me and my n-ggas is the imagery they based upon
real g sh-t that we exhibit you talk about it we really lived it
so save the gimmicks don’t make me make this verse specific put my hands on your fitted and twist it (d-mn)
cuhz if i relapse to feed my addiction that last sight in the frame is the lynchman (hangman)

(hook)

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