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rbx - flatline lyrics

[intro + rbx]

and like my cousin debbie (leffhler?) always said
it ain’t x, it ain’t over
it ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings, can you hear her?
alright now, here we go

[verse 1 + extreme]
come on everybody get up out yo’ seat
and boogie to the drums of the (dog?) star beat
listen while i flip it and rip it
(shippin?) exhibit x
that sh+t that you don’t know what’s coming next
i flex no free s+x get checks and check chicks
hookers and tramps, the party be amped by crews and cliques
minus the uzis and clips, pocket full of chips
god turn up the funk and pump it from the mothership
throw your hands up in the cosmos like it’s spiritual
and touch the stars, partying like a ritual
see hustlers scoping out honeys
honeys scoping brothers with money
sisters, senoritas and snow bunnies (lmao)
while i be the vessel interrupt the whole planet
just party ‘cos it’s nineteen ninety nine, go get enchanted
freak the funk yo my spell has been casted
cross me? (win?) or lose or get blasted
[chorus x2 + rbx]
and as the saying goes
‘it ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings’
sure sound like she singing to me
can you hear her punk? so get the flatline

[verse 2 + rbx]
now i designed rhymes to slam like kobe
with more force than obi+wan ken0bi
from lb to la i rock all day to the new york region for rockaway, i rock away
my (per+style?) you lay, when i lay down the law you had best o+bey
when i flash the flame you won’t dance the same
rap is the game, now remember my name

capital n
capital a
capital double r
capital a
capital t
capital o
capital r
capital r
capital b
capital x
exclamation point (uh)
now let me flex my joint
to sure improve my groove
(soon records point?????)
(met?) the intent to make ya dance
battle ready and i’m in my battle stance
now i’m blasted

[chorus x2 + rbx]
and as the saying goes
‘it ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings’
sure sound like she singing to me
can you hear her punk? so get the flatline

[verse 3 + rbx]
funky like rotten eggs, i make ’em move they legs
they body bound to follow, now do your freaky dance
as you freaks (plants?) go head
take up (plans?)
soon as you look? it seem the place shook
or shake
you [glow up???] but i break it better
narrator rb to the twenty+fourth letter
say my name, you’ll feel no shame
i flip the script when i rip i don’t rhyme the same
but the heat is flame that mean the game is (sold?)
narrator rb + bound to explode
for this episode, funky, chunky b+tch
with the strength of the donkey when he kicks
i slay the vic’ and flip word his plot
no sh+t
narrator x (the l!ck shots??)
speak technique and leave ’em flabbergasted
if the weed whack? they bound to get blasted

[chorus x2 + rbx]
and as the saying goes
‘it ain’t over ’til the fat lady sings’
sure sound like she singing to me
can you hear her punk? so get the flatline

flatline
anyone come test the x guaranteed to get the flatline
in the past tense
the fat lady has just sung
x
from l+o+n+g b+e+a+c+h
with thug n+ggas like the (ph?)
that’s why they get flatline
dead

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