2Pac - Got my mind made up (feat. Dogg Pound, Method Man, Redman and Inspectah Deck) | Текст песни

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• Got my mind made up (feat. Dogg Pound, Method Man, Redman and Inspectah Deck)

[Daz Dillinger]
You find an MC like me who's strong
Leaving motherfucker's aborted with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
Who can withstand, the more power I gain
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brain
Imagine and keep on wishing upon a star
Finally realizing who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstanding, faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all time
When I created rhyme for the simple fact
When I attack I crush your spine
My intention to ride, every time all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
Breaking in gas with the six-eight all day
In and out with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies

[2Pac]
So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with the nigga you facing
We must be based on nothin better than communication
Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waiting
No more procrastination give up to fate and get that ass shaking
I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic
Don't take your life for granted put that ass in the dirt
You swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to Rhythm Nation
But thugged out, forgive me Janet
Who's in control I'm activating your souls
You know, the way the games get controlled
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote
Taking off my coat, clearing my throat

[Hook: Method Man]
I got my mind made up, come on
Get in get in too
Let it ride, tonight's the night
I got my mind made up, come on
Get in get in too
Let it ride, tonight's the night

[Kurupt]
Well I comes through with two packs
Of the bomb prophylacs for protection
So my fucking sac won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder if my terrifying tactics of torturing MCs
Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfucking poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay
You got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay
My rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind
As the deadly vibes spread through your head like sand pine
There's no escape, nah I ain't blasting
I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those asking
Opposed to laughing, raw maniacal villian
Laughter enhances the chances of the killing
Why is that, cause smiling faces decieve
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease
My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe
Ya whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site
I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall
Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the equator
I rock from here to there to Philly and back
To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware set and prepare to enter verbal combat

[Method Man]
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, sticking up Jews with German Lugers
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this message don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan
Half of my Clan's repeat felons
Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Ma