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Got My Mind Made Up

Исполнитель: 2Pac

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Verse One: Daz<br><br>You find an MC like me who`s strong<br>Leavin motherfucker`s aborted, with no verbal support<br>And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though<br>With a bear and a snake and a panda, I`m on those <br>Who can withstand, the mo` power I gain<br>and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain<br>Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star<br>Finally realizing who the fuck we are<br>When I penetrate, it`s been withstandin, faded<br>would it be the greatest MC of all time<br>When I created rhyme for the simple fact<br>When I attack I crush your pride<br>My intention to ride, every time all night<br>I`m faced with the scars beyond this one bar<br>for me to put down my guard, I`m faced with it, I`m a ride<br>breakin in gas with the six-eight all day<br>In and out with my pay<br>I`m soon to count the bodies...<br><br>Verse Two: Tupac<br><br>So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation<br>So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin<br>We must be based on nothin better than communication<br>Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations<br>Sorry I left that ass waitin<br>No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin<br>I`m bustin and makin motherfuckers panic<br>Don`t take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt<br>You swear the bitch was planted<br>My lyrics motivate the planet<br>It`s similar to Rhythm Nation<br>but thugged out, forgive me Janet<br>Who`s in control I`m acvtivatin yo souls<br>You know, the way the games get controlled<br>Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine<br>Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind<br>Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote<br>Takin off my coat, clearing my throat<br><br>Chorus: Method Man<br><br>I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]<br>get in get in too [get on it]<br>let it ride [get wit it] tonight`s tha night<br>I got my mind made up, come on...<br>get in get in too<br>let it ride... tonight`s tha night<br><br>Verse Three: Kurupt<br><br>Well I comes through with two packs<br>of the bomb prophalaks for protection<br>So my fuckin sac won`t collapse<br>Cause nowaday`s, shit`s evading the x-rays<br>Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave<br>I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC`s<br>shows my heart`s as cold as the tundra<br>Electryfing like thunder, I`m just too much<br>Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch<br>I`m an MC with lyrics that`s tha fuckin bom-bay<br>Ya got dissed, that`s before it`s ingest like balmay<br>My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind<br>As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine<br>There`s no escape, nah I ain`t blastin<br>I use my mental to assassinate assassin`s for those askin<br>Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian<br>Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin<br>Why is that?Cuz smilin faces decieve<br>You best believe, to MC`s I`m the deadliest disease<br>My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe<br>Ya whole camp`s under seige, and I`m Jason Vorhees<br>In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes<br>My verbal snipe, your vocab on site<br>I`m out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all<br>So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall<br>Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere<br>The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator<br>I rock from here to there, to Philly and back<br>To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps<br>As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact<br>Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat<br><br>Verse Four: Method Man<br><br>Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers<br>like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]<br>The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle<br>Will be back after this mess-age don`t touch tha dial<br>Rarely do you see an MC out for justice<br>Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!<br>Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen<br>Half of my Clan`s three deep felons<br>Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel<br>Man I stay on point like icicles<br>Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical<br>All up in your motherfuckin mouth<br>Head banger boogie<br>Catch me on tour with Al Doogie<br>Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me<br>Better take one and pass or that`s that ass<br>Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast<br>Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash<br>Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast<br><br>Verse Five: Redman<br><br>Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics<br>Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards<br>Let`s face it, there`s no replacement<br>Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I`m laced with<br>Avalanche on ya whole camp when I`m splifted<br>Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don`t get it twisted<br>I got connects like Federal Express<br>to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can`t fetch<br>Got the clear spot from tha rear block<br>to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not<br>Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop<br>Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get`s lot<br>With, this underground cannabis<br>I`m dangerous like John the bomb analyst<br>Then proceeds like keys<br>My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP`s<br>Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake<br>So I erase the whole front row at the wake<br>I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it<br>I`m the one pushin the hearse in the first place<br>Confidence for you shaky ass folks<br>Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked<br>choke, off this anecdote got you ope<br>Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly <br>And I`m out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels]<br>[West, list this, this, this...]

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