King Geedorah - Mic Line | Текст песни

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• King Geedorah
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[Verse 1: King Geedorah]
One two, one two, one two, one two
Geedorah write a rhyme in the time, he hollow out a flask
Cracked a Guinness Stout with his teeth one time, swallow the glass
A pain in the ass to say the least
He came with many new techniques to slay the beast
While simultaneously saving the streets
Bombing and calming the savage with above average beats
Get the cabbage and the most lavish suites
Consummate marriages in between the middle of sheets
Provider of the vittles eats
Try to be the illest dad a kid'll meet
For the love of patter of little feets
It kinda get you right here, don't it?
Mess with mine your life will be a nightmare, won't it?
Left the 9 at home I hope my lady don't pawn it
Doggone it, it ain't even got no serial number on it
For god sakes spare the god the heartache
Mentally scar a smart snake before he start to fake
They love to hate him, on a certain level need him
Geedorah known to make a deal with the devil and beat him
Then proceed to sip a shot of vodka, like methadone
The mic said to the headphone "We just want to be left alone
So we can get it on, to a unknown metronome"
Don't worry will he get the zone
Crews best to get they chrome
Pay your overdue dues to King Geedorah, better known
Getting grown, trying to get on the mic
Instead it's blown
Too many freaks not enough circuses
Only a true geek could peep how much work this is
So put that in your blunt hole and puff it
Stunts at the gun so ya might as well stuff it
Or can it, abandon ship, I'll miss y'all
And if they insist beat 'em all like fistball
The news watch never stops
From the city it mocks, "Who that on the idiot box?"
"Well if it ain't Geedorah, alert the media
Maker of the beats that's a real hundred feeter
Sometimes he come through to let you know he see ya
Don't let him have to call Smog to head to toe graffiti ya"
Just flew in from Dallas, and boy is my talons calloused
And what's a girl like you doing here amongst the island's foulest?
A cat in Wonderland who found Alice
Gee her with the flows by the gallon or the chalice
Everybody wilding out trying to be the wildest
And refuse to acknowledge why this shit is so childish
One two, one two play, I wonder what they do today
Besides repeat their choruses more times than Confucius say
And start too many songs with "Uh" or "Uhh"
Yeah I hear you soldier
I told ya, like "No duh!"
It's King Geedorah the no ass getter
Still qualify as a world class spitter
Shit to shitter write a rhyme in the night time
Make a beat taste like wine, like I spiked mine
And I heard it through the mic line
That crews don't even write rhymes
And I hope that they get much better
Yes I do
I pledge that every day I rep
Know the ledge from every step
And I hope that they do get better
Yes I do

Geedorah known to stack flows back to back-to-back flows like
And now back to our show
In other news, people had enough of them other crews
Up they dues, snuff a fews, cut a fuse

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