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Wysłany: Czw 17:58, 08 Mar 2007
Temat postu: Fuse
Fuse
Of course you know what a fuse is
It's a long piece of cord impregnated with gun powder
When you strike a match and light it
It burns, fitfully, spiraling to it's end
At which there is, a little suprise
Krypton, short suit MCs you'll be ripped on
You fell off and it's my lyric sheet you just slipped on
Get gone, spit on mic's made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs mightier than King King
A Donkey, you think you want me or want this
Want some, hold your reputation for ransom
With these here, handsomely crafted tactics
To break a snake and see like a cheap profilactic
Galactic, space now yeah that grabs attention
Crackheads nodded like a pest can't even mention
Right a pat traps gas tracks in sections
Kid steps this he need witness protection
Trying to see while I
If you see it
I'll be here
Trying to see while I
Can you see it
I'll be here
It was the junkyard crooked letter C-I-entific
Duck us, the ruckus I'll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one, lalala loose frind me fearsome
Opposing troops on my home front shall be gone
Testing the eight-hundred, eighteenth batallion
Shallow the one who's run like rebels
Enola gay rhymes kicked the notch up a level
In intesity, send back the tax that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
MP3 versus R33 MCs, swiss change your gear
putting shrapnel in the breeze
We're MCs with enemy companies with my hand
full of lyrics talking 'bout you want these
Please, don't even speak the name of channels
and low gadget mic shit put it down like pens
For my friends and my fam let them dodge it around
this mic shot through the back of an MCs hand With the strength that he had a bridge you don't
want that close body fields in hand to hand combat
Battle cats, it's like the sectional speech warfare words slash cords
Come deford shots get rid don't question my intention
when your butt gets kicked
Trying to to see while I
Can you see it
I'll be here
(Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks)
Trying to to see while I
Can you see it
I'll be here
(You want these MCs lyrically back smacks)
Why wait, I didn't look down myself
Why wait, I didn't look down myself
Why wait, I didn't look down myself
Why wait, I didn't look down myself
Why wait, I didn't look down myself
Why wait, I didn't look down myself
Why wait, I didn't look down myself
Why wait, I didn't look down myself
Trying to to see while I
If you see it
I'll be here
(Tech broke itallic syllabalic attacks)
Trying to see while I
Can you see it
I'll be here
(You want these MCs lyrically back smacks)
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