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We Don't Mind
Spearhead
My flow is vivid
I give it two hundred percent
That's a hundred for me
And a hundred for the rent
I know whatcha meant Joe I gotta flow too
Cause they wack every show I go to
I be leavin'
I don't be beleavin' they be even
Beleave in they own shit
Actin' like they owwwn shit
Butcha never will
So you better chill
Or getcha grill peice torn by the beast
You get the claws
Across your jaws
Hear the roars
Now we gonna lock the doors
Your trapped in a rap like a def game
A left came, then a right, then a fight came,
then a light came, then an eternal night came
Now your in it, in less than a minute
Don't ever try to battle cause your never gonna win it
You better know your limit boy
You better know your limit.
(chourous: (Jeru the Damaja) Got a, freaky, freaky
freaky freaky flow. (Brother J.) It's freaky deaky
It's freaky deaky. 2x
Verse 2:
I'm here
Not fronichole, but lyrically present
I'm in the flesh, yo, ain't it fresh
I got that Special Ed shit
Slap that dead shit
Now play dis
Now say dis (your the greatist)
I got enough to stuff into the ladies
I rub her with a rubber
But I'm lyrically raw
Protect your neck and double check your jaw
Cause I'm gettin' bummy
A'yo I'm still gettin' money
Yo, ain't it funny
How you can't take the ghetto out the EdMaybe I'm just crazy
Why I think, I wanna kill my shrink
I see, pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers,
and red blood all over, a dead leprechan
with a time bomb tied to it's arm
In Saigon somewhere on a farm
I gotta calm, down
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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