MTA Week 3 produced and written by Syntax Mastery
Im rick james bitch... enjoy yourself. Beats and Rhymes a plenty.
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Lyrics
tax is known to spit it quick on the draw
you think you slick until I slip a freakin fist in ya jaw
forget it... weak emcees get an assist from the law
i'm spittin it raw, you little sarandipidous whores, and bitches
little clones of the next big thing....you betta
get ya lines right, and step in the ring with the king
of massacre, what the fuck you plannin to bring, are ya fingers
fast enough, do you thing you ready to sing
or wear a sling, cuz any bell i'm ready to ring
throw ya white towel and hit the referee in the face
now..... ya niggas copyin mase
walkin around with ya dresses on sportin that pink lookin like gays
you need to get ya mind straight or face a timed fate
cuz feelin what my lines say will put you in a divine state
go head and duck me muthafucka, i was aimin low
like george w bush, i'm known to frame a foe
i go to war for money its funny how our lower class is hungry,
and we busy feedin other countrys
slanderous like micheal moore in the fight
in the eyes of a senator representing the right
bringing the hype like tom ridge, plannin a terrorist strike
niggas wanna talk revolution but aint prepared for the fight
fuck yall, you type thats scared of the light
the type of muthafucka that got invaded and snared by the white
europeans...
back in the days, back when the slaves was gettin shackled up
and traded as you was apt in ya ways
happy with what ya masta gave
until a nat turner came across and lead your mind in a way that you hate
you the son of a house nigga, i have no respect for you
it serves ya mind right after i turn it to a vegetable
