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mr. len - bring it to me lyrics

[produced by mr. len]

[verse 1: d-stroy]
affiliated with real heads
my meals bread and water, i’m starving
in a steel shed on a concealed bed, dodging the goblin
with stuff for your noggin
fake groups seek escape routes
i’m here to break troops
unemployed til my joint makes loops
so hit the sack cause all the sh-t you lack isn’t genuine
need a style when you rhyme, til i lend you mine
and you climb til we knock your ladder
i’m here to back the place and
the crowd you’re facing this fascination of abdication
to the act of facing this; start evacuation
dope like the track i’m lacing, or ej-cul-tion
so run your sanitation cause you’re good with trash
if you’re into gash, you would get bashed
understood we mash
i’m rocking okie-dokey
let his boy just get no sleep
we boys like gumby, pokey
while you like opie sosie
matador is the soldie
so bunch of hits, your prince
they approach me with a trophy saying, “holy moly!”
i bark and live it up
power to split a truck
you think i give a..
bring it to me now
i’m out to wreck your crib
you think i’d let you live
because i met your kids?
bring it to me now
b-tch says i’m worse than how
able to hurt your child
don’t think i’m versatile?
bring it to me now
n-gga, i put it on
and i could get you gone
you heard the hook and song?
bring it to me now

d-stroy be bombing flows, even your mama knows
keeping you on your toes
knock em like dominoes
having n-ggas rocked in and ladies locked in
you talk a lot when here’s what you’re popping

[verse 2]
i call this my beat street flow cause my lyrics be shocking
aaaah! no, these two eggs rocking
it’s necessary, friend; bring beef to vegetarians
my legendary trend will shut em up like a librarian
around your neck, my sound effects be winning
the beginning of the inning, you should have slipped into a slim jim
“yo d, calm down” — no, there’ll be none of that
ready for combat, to flip emcees in verbal contact
we dumbing out; we be about doing whatever — you could hear him shout
what’s up when? what’s up where?
what’s up how? bring him to me now
it’s a confrontation nation
clash of t-tans when i’m writing
reciting hype, hype when it’s on
i’m rowdy pip-ing, alright then
sweetie, verbal graffiti, rhymes for the needy
it’s a treaty, never greedy
rock your sweetie to tahiti
smack devils who’s thorough on several levels
for less you could settle
it’s the devil who rebel, bring bricks to creble
hey, i’m boarding thick without your life’s quick
with mics sick, i’m posed to strick quick
nightsticks and right kicks
this puerto rican leave you short and bleeding
cause you thought of speaking
on tour for weekends, til i’m known as the lord of freaking
explored the deep and ignored your season and floored the weekend horde
you weaklings all critiquing how my flame throwers heating

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