Lyrical Wizardy-Junior M.A.F.I.A

歌手 : Junior M.A.F.I.A

专辑 : Conspiracy

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:52

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TXT Lyrical Wizardy-Junior M.A.F.I.A 文本歌词

作词 : Akshun, Klepto

Lyrical wizardry dances on

MC's like

Murray on

SC's Never flaunt, now motherf**kers come test me

Burnin everybody hotter than torches at

Jamaican parties

Far from angels, niggas can't see me like

Charlie Style weak?

Hardly! Don't let the wacked persue you like

Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on

Harleys Niggas get injured, f**ked do' in 40 fingers

Got bitches by bike bar bussin

Glocks off a' niggas

Klep don't give three shits to flip scripts

Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test me shit gets messy, bustin .38 speci outta paper bags like

Joe Pesci

Yo, you know the tune

Make sure bitches don't eat when it's time to shit out them coke balloons

Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now

I got grown ladies bustin .380's outta

E Class Mercedes (Hurry the f**k up bitchm, get on!) (F**k you motherf**ker let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them niggas) (Motherf**kers!! *gun shots*)

MC's get cut like glass, cut like glass

Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass

Who wanna get broke the f**k up?

Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like

Chinese and spelling bees

T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es

The nicest,

Jesus Christ-es

Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso

Bullets evacuated out windows

From Hekkyl and

Coch, P7 inmates

Extra .380 on a string 'round my neck cos feds check the waist

No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break

Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin

Nigga caught up in the hustle

F**k flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings

I bubble Trouble's what

I look for in stores on expensive floors

Beeling boots is essence, bookin

Pelle's in my drawers

Armani, Gianni

Versace, V2 lost count o' all the little sections me and mans ran thru

It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a f**kin retard

Lyrically

I come off like ink alarms

Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms

Niggas couldn't see me with closed circuit

TV tryin to peep my steez, like

DT's I get over like

I'm fifteen (Hey, you're not fifteen)

I'm fifteen, what? (What do you think we are? Assholes or somethin?)

F**k you!

Soundin like that nigga from

Night Court

Loose my cuffs

I'm outta here!

MC's be fake like toupes so

I transplant

Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red

Soundwaves disrupted, they f**ked, kid

Airholes bloody rupted but that ain't nuttin

The best is yet to come

MC's get strung like heads on drums

They don't be knowin what

I'm knowin

Flowin like

I'm flowin

Makin motherf**kers take nose dives like 747

Boeings Obnoxious beef's squashes face-to-face

Niggas get wet up like

Alasha's on

Klep's place

Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes

Sick minds don't care, rockin parties from front to rear

Brains engulfed by ferocious ??? runnin up on

Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms

Livin in a world where you do what you must

If preachers be robbin niggas who the f**k can you trust?