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Aceyalone - Rapps on Deck lyrics
Uhh, yeah - today is Easter.. So what?Uhh, yeah When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible When I put it down it's so unforgettable Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable Truth of the matter is so unavoidable Right over the track you can hear my flow But watch, for the train, cause it doesn't move slow I like to gain mo', mental men blow I know by the symptoms, the system is malfunctioned But, how can you function without any plan to put it in your own hands - but I doubt it See we was all put here, so you could put a foot here on my neck You better bring a TEC/TECH- -nician cause permission was respect when I kick For the mic check, and the almighty intellect So let's take time to reflect, they haven't got me yet Place your bets, rapps on deck When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible When I put it down it's so unforgettable Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable Truth of the matter is so unavoidable Motherfuckers walk with they NOSE UP And they all-seeing third eye CLOSED UP And the green-eyed monster waitin IN THE CUT Just to FUCK 'EM UP, I know the streets gon' SUCK 'EM UP Turn on your television, check out the media And let it captivate you, follow the needier There's no experience, in your interview 30 words a minute, we won't be needin you! So let your hustle guide, and don't you be afraid And if you come up sho't, that's how the game was played First it's Dr. Jekyll, and then it's Mr. Hyde It was a groovy ride, now kiss yo' ass goodbye And you can make it through, and you can make away I'll keep on mockin you, until the break of DAY! Yeah, uhh - uhh yeah, rapps on deck When I rock the beat it sounds so incredible When I put it down it's so unforgettable Truth of the matter is so unavoidable Shootin this gift is just so enjoyable Uhh yeah, rapps on deck - rapps on deck ... Happy Easter Alright cut it |
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