the Scarface Groove Startin' to sweat, I know it's hard to breathe Rhymes are on time so you better believe The style, sick of the style, 'cause the style
set to come along when brothers revive that movement We bringing the balance back, never non-violent tact Guerrillla Funk and P.E. connect So know it when you're hearin the rhymes
be off-beat then I'm on-beat Then I'm off-beat then I'm on-beat And my style is so unique I gotta have one teeth in my mouth And sweep a broad up off
rhyme A brand-new style, ruthless and wild Runnin' around spendin' money, havin' fun 'Cause even then, I'm still number one Blastmaster krs-one of course Comes to express with style the lost Ways of rhyming
, O, P, Q, R, S Don't test, I taught you how to get your deals You put my style on your reels You went uptown, claimin' my sound Get back, stay down
band that's spelled S-T-E-T The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D And on the keys, my brother D-P-C Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul We puttin competition
the dirty waterway speaker cabinets Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin' shit Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them And wonder if I fuck to the same rhyme style
bitches I'm only out for my riches So muthafuckaz stay tha fuck out my business Waitin' baitin' for my ass to flip flop but I don't flop (Flop, flop) Waitin' baitin' for my
bigger than me But I'll fuck you up so destructively Thoughtfully, my mack ten pop for me Got my glocks with me, come ride my block with me Intoxively
back and rub my bozack as I send Bass funk with beats that thump Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin
nothing but a sucker The style we're using, no doubt copastetic You try to bite and yet sound pathetic Design my rhymes like a taylor, floatin' like a sailor As the P
I knew my friendz all turned against me Said fuck it, bought me a dog ever since me and my dog has been like this He got my back I got his, schemin on
endeavours Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a chase When a chase, it began in the facial of race Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes
real cute Only chick in the place with style and grace And like, 5'8" with a tropical face And like, expensive taste, spotted my chain, that's right Get on my
mic You know you just can't let go So here we go again, sexy in a twin-pack Straight from my eyes down to my back stacked You're under my control I got
the rhyme does I remember when you was an amateur Writin' your rhymes, starin' at my signature Bought the album, analyzed the style, God bless you, child I'm unique when I speak to a beat
Pooh's in the house But yo, this is for my deejay Alright, check this out This is for you little weak deejays The weak record spinner, the weak P.A.
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