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Peak #7,188
Peak in subgenre #3,809
Author
mass
Uploaded
December 09, 2004
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
yall bout to witness lyrical fitness
beats i rip this mics i grip this and im spittin it the hardest
most rhymes were written while sittin on the toilet
gotta lotta niggaz on the shit list
wipe em off wit 2 ply charmin
its a new day sawnin a new guy comin
from the city of charm and everysond is a clasic
these bastards, yal lcant harm me on the rap tip
u betta watch wut u holla in ya verse
think u nice, nigga u dont hardly put in work
i stick to goin hard, ill have ya family
wit that sticker on they car followin a herse
since bith ive been blessed wit this passion for rappin
respect im demandin but that goes hand in hand when
u hear a track that mass spits
im tryna eat till my neck looks like first down jackets
hook
lets begin nigga clas in session
baltimore takin over and mass the weapon
u cant hear get closer to the speaker
i speak on my life get closer to the speaker
u dont know the harm that sonny do
im small but im like a fuckin bomb in a 22
im denzel wit the pencil
cuz tha man on fire but the man wont tire
verse 2
or fatigue like soldier gear my heart holds no fear
im so prepared ill eat ya team
hell yea i can MC the speech is mean
and i can work that mpc beat machine
i got skills, and most these niggaz are not real
u talk shit then back off youll get POPPED STILL
i get drunk off that liquid crack i POP STEEL reserve
its obsurd, never seen my POPS STEAL
but growin up in bmore u gota POP STEEL
wit bullets so thick the shells can POP STEEL
cuz ya friends can flip on sum gymnastic shit
kinda like in juice when bishop POPPED STEEL
yall playin wit rap this is were the game stops
this aint no video game u copped from gamestop
this is real life when we aimin wit the beams
and u can reload just by aimin off the screen
hook
lets begin nigga clas in session
baltimore takin over and mass the weapon
u cant hear get closer to the speaker
i speak on my life get closer to the speaker
u dont know the harm that sonny do
im small but im like a fuckin bomb in a 22
so who is equal cant u see
im one of the truest people call me your majesty
verse 3
im a farmer i plant the seeds
that grow to the root of evil just so i can see money
grow on trees, yung kid sold weed
money grew off trees got older, start smokin
money blew on trees, sumthin on my white shirt
money blew on tees fuck it get a new 1
thats wut u do sun, these niggaz on our dicks
baltimore dog we started that wht tee shit
ball in my court grabbed the rock on sum and 1 shit
i crossed over broke ankles and shook death
my man run picks to stop competition
they try to follow my footsteps
but they cant even grab my locks as i blow past im so fast
speed of lightin, passion key to writin
mics i ignite em ashes to askes and dust to pledge
bow down my alliegence i trust and pledge
call me mass to the dash to the exo
and there will be massive disaster when he let go
drop mics left it in slames when i leave
i take the same steps as i came
hook
lets begin nigga clas in session
baltimore takin over and mass the weapon
u cant hear get closer to the speaker
i speak on my life get closer to the speaker
u dont know the harm that sonny do
im small but im like a fuckin bomb in a 22
till i pass over to the next life
ima be a threat, class over
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