Dark Skinned Assassin - G.P. Connection (feat. Pop Da Brown Hornet) | Текст песни

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• Dark Skinned Assassin
• G.P. Connection (feat. Pop Da Brown Hornet)

[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
MC's around the plain, and feast your ears on this
Microphone pro with lyrics you can't resist
Wannabe MC's your style's oblivious
I got the style, your bid-itch wanna touch
She can reach and grab, but she can't hold on
Cuz once I perform, I'm gone, word bond, nigga
Gotta create, brain cells, activate
Everytime I rhyme, it seems like, I fascinate
People crowd around me quick, be like yo
Where in the world did you get that flow
From Shaolin, New York, where the sheisty hawk
Robbing niggas, shooting niggas, like it's all a sport
The murderous lyrics I spit, got 'em backpedalling
On some shit, ultimate legit
Various styles I use to elevate
Now I'm hot and then cold, then forced to hibernate

[Chorus: Pop Da Brown Hornet]
Musical perfection, run for protection
I'm coming through with the G.P. connection
Hell going, feet throwing, I don't give a fuck
I should beat ya asses, for not knowing

[Dr. Ama]
Shaolin knight, unholy night
Niggas feel the fright, when my words ignite the mic
In my head tight, equivalent to a vice grip
Tongue slippery when I wet it, watch ya step, you might slip
Into the trap, the rap format's lethal
Representing Shaolin, cuz that's my people
No equal, the one and only, D.S.A., no sequel
Man that ambush, your pussy ass niggas, I beat you
The grab life tactics, on that sneak attack shit
From back in the days when you used to smoke that crack shit
Prepare, as the God bombard
One of your bom-bom, and split ya squad

[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
Make room for the master, as I mesmerize
Hip hop retired, you should look the least bit suprised
When I do my thing, I keep 'em off balance
With my intelligence, I am able to influence
Other MC's, do wanna sound like me
But I'm too versatile, how could you possibly
Put a finger on the head ringer, I'm a heavyweight swinger
You're nothing but a humdinger
I encourage you to bring a, fat lady singer
So she can hit a note, after I rock ya boat
Lyrically fit to slam a jam, if you need a MC killed, call me
I'm your man, I know they told ya
If they didn't, I'mma tell you now
Poppy Da, got the know how
Shiggy Shiggy Shao, Shao to the Shiggity
Quick to get diggity, on your whole infiltry
Bring 'em on, watch me lace 'em up like sneaks
Down like freaks, off Shaolin beats
Hah, they know they can't fuck with the Da
Invincible, like the almighty Jah

[Chorus]

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