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nick wiz - the presentation lyrics

nick wiz ft. 12 block (dj nastee, a. math, and taste the terror) + “the presentation”
[emcee(s): a. math (aka allah mathematics) and taste the terror (aka taste)]
[producer(s): nick wiz]
[scratches: dj nastee]

[verse 1: a. math, taste the terror, and 12 block]
now first
of all, let’s k!ll the propaganda. hip hop’s in a
state of emergency, so i demand a recount
you shouldn’t have went platinum or gold while your candy asses
is winning and the true emcees fold. now i’m
finna (finna) get up in that ass like an enema with
sk!lls that make the spot loose, cleans p+ssies like douche
the deuce+deuce have a n+gga k!lling like the juice, and it’s
beyond me why n+ggas on the west is sporting goose
that’s true. it’s a lot of n+ggas getting it twisted, but
the only thing we’re twisting is a dutch or a philly
true, g (g!), i be (be) in your
system like the group that had the platinum lp. now if it’s
rhyme sk!lls you want (uh!), then we got ‘em (true), and it’s my old
dad that tells me (nah) the weed smoke’s the problem (nah)
but it ain’t, god. the sh+t that make you march like a saint, god (the saints come marching in!)
i’m deadly just like the fumes in the paint, god. remember:
boom, ba, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. ha! and if your
lady say, “ow!” then don’t go. everybody loves
the sunshine! bl+blink, bl+blink—that’s on
the strength (what?), but ain’t got the wind to run the length, they stretch
their neck out (uh!), but, uh, they can’t cross the tape
first image is nothing. obey your thirst, so…
[hook: a. math, taste the terror, and 12 block]
now
we came here tonight (ha! ha!) with this
12 block presentation (yeah, you know it), like bright
stars, we’re shining bright (that’s right!), giving you that
“come get down” sensation, (so) so (so) you
ladies, move your feet (come on! come on!), and just
boogie to the beat (and boogie to the beat! check it out!), that
12 block drop, (and!) and (uh!) we won’t stop and (what?)
(check!) no one can compete! (what?) (lace ‘em, taste. lace ‘em)

[verse 2: taste the terror, a. math, and 12 block]
now, freak
the funk up (funk up). n+ggas be ignorant like archie bunker (bunker)
the block shine like the shaking bassline dunker (dunker)
for real though, brothers penetrate like a d+ld+ (uh!)
water like a steve kerr (three!) three+point field goal, moschino
where i can’t smell it (uh uh) and most can’t spell it (true)
nor do they even know where the f+ck they sell it
to h+ll it. a lot of nine n+ggas busting pellets
odds are the hard ones didn’t live to tell it. now it’s this
grooviest groove we’re moving, showing and proving. number
one rank, undisputed, most high recruited, not
to mention (mention) it’s all fruity ‘cause of the extension (true)
my intention to take it to the length on the strength of
the vapors. taste, my p.n.c. doing capers. it’s
this world+famous 12 block showing. it was
a party night (yo!), everybody was shaking (yo!)
the house was breaking, but 12 n+ggas was money+making (ha!)
money+getting (getting!). upon average n+ggas that we be sh+tting (sh+tting!). like a
twenty+room colonial laced out (laced out!) with double kitchens
[hook: a. math, taste the terror, and 12 block]
now
we came here tonight (ha! ha!) with this
12 block presentation (yeah, you know it! yeah, yeah), like bright
stars, we’re shining bright (that’s right!), giving you that
“come get down” sensation, (so) so (so) you (so)
ladies, move your feet (come on! and just), and just
boogie to the beat (boogie to the beat!), that
12 block drop, and we won’t stop and
no one can compete! check me out now!

[bridge: taste the terror, a. math, and 12 block]
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
so you wanna be an emcee, huh? (uh huh)
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
then i got something for ya!
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
step back, clown! you ain’t down!
shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
you’re standing on shaky ground, ha! (bang, n+gga, what?!?)

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