quarashi - mayday lyrics
lyrics i got em’ you need em’ you need em’ i got em’ (11x)
lay it on ya i’m gonna i’m gonna lay it on ya.
look b-tch i heard around the corner that you thought you was the man,
still them cats said that you were my biggest fan,
you don’t admit it, you wanna turn up the heat,
step on your face like a nickel on the concrete,
sweep take you off the floor throwing out a bomb,
you threw it back said you didn’t want no sc-m,
i guess i don’t know but he was lookin’ mad ill,
two eyes lookin’ at you with a cost to kill,
i see you bustin’ rhymes with no sign of fear,
as i start off, you start to feal queer,
your hear stops tickin’ as i rip out your spine, you out along with your half -ss rhyme,
battling ciphah, without protection, yo the only one apon that is my own reflection,
snap snap wake up, back to reality,
your one motherf-cker with a flawless fatality.
lyrics i got em’ you need em’ you need em’ i got em’ (7x)
lay it on ya i’m gonna i’m gonna lay it on ya.
yea, you’re probably the greatest, the best there ever was,
but this rap brag bull sh-t makes me wanted over you’ll,
i don’t give a sh-t about your ivy league bustin’,
’cause your brain needs air and your big head adjustin’,
to me your just a little girl that wants to be a man,
but you hide behind your pride because you know that you can,
so what you say to this that you can be the best fool but your never gonna never gonna be cool.
oooh, mayday mayday i’m under attack by this one little b-tch in’ who he thinks he’s all that,
i fight back, ’cause all your talk is bull jive, talk to your finger ’cause you ain’t worth five,
comin’ against me is like a fillin’ kamakazi ’cause i’ll slap you around b-tch,
and call you susie, my rhymes be fatter then a sumo challenger,
psss, hotter than tight which lyrically i sprinkle,
ya your mc skills, are worse than pathetic,
when you try to work the mic, i getta f-ckin’ headache,
should of ran away when you saw ciphah approach,
i’ll step on you like a filthy c-ckroach roach,
la cucaracha motherf-cker now i gotcha,
now you look uglier than the b-tch that won’t touch ya,
smokin’ when i split lika rastafara, but those burnt out so, sayonara.
wait, wait wait wait motherf-cker you ain’t off the hook just yet,
lay your money on the table we are goin’ to make a little bet,
on your rap skills and whatever, ’cause f-ck with mr. cool isn’t all about clever,
i’m goin’ to teach you a lesson like i taught your mother,
she was so-so i’d brag her but then she hit your brother that’s right,
you better believe it, ’cause that’s how i am, the bam, you know the game it’s all a scam.
lyrics i got em’ you need em’ you need em’ i got em’ (7x)
lay it on ya i’m gonna i’m gonna lay it on ya.
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