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Terminator X - Ain't Got Nuttin' lyrics
f/ Chief Groovy Loo [Chief Groovy Loo] The Chief Groovy Loo, never rehearsals Swift in the mind, no need for commercial rhymes that's stacked, black, back to back No time for paper, so I put it on a track MC for a while, sat back and listened But in ninety-one, it's time to start dissin For those opposin goals - be on your toes Just watch the stage when it blows Cause live and direct is the cat from rap The Chief of the tribe who slay new jacks I'm not the ordinary rhyme competitor You feel the force when you step through the door You're hit by a beam of light, unimaginable You step to the Groove, and I'ma damage you You can't get with the man who does work You jump in the ring with the Groove, and get hurt MC can't get with the microphone master That's absurd so you know that he has to be crazy as hell, mad because his records won't sell Just look at his face and you can tell the fear of death that I leave on an MC Bustin at point blank range and he missed me Who gives a fuck about you and your crew? MC's ain't got nuttin on Loo I tell you, you got nothin on me, nothin I tell you.. Yeah, when you first step into the place just give me some space - Terminator, pump up the bass Let's give this party some kick huh While I pop shit with rhymes that'll stick to your brain, like a piece of scotch tape and if you're fake, you'll be starrin at your own wake Dead as doorknob Hobbes you didn't do your job I been peepin, but now it's time to expose your card to the listeners, so they can bear witness to microphone physical fitness Yeah, the Groove is real raw And I'll come knockin at your door I kick in your face, because you tried to bass I wouldn't leave a trace you get done by the ace mechanic of the microphone And when I swing, I'm swingin for your dome MC's ain't got nuttin on Loo I tell you, you got nothin on me, nothin I tell you, nothin.. Yeah, when I pick up a pen, huh, it's time to write again Another record? Yeah, go 'head and tell your friends The gangster of rap is back, you better dress in black Jack because the prairie ground is packed with suckers like yourself, it's not good for your health you know why? Groove is top shelf The lyrics are right, makes you unite so hold tight cause you can't win so don't fight the feelin of wheelin and dealin, and as you're stealin lyrics of rapture, words just be healin the mind, body, and soul, as I take control Don't play the role grab ahold cause I'ma bowl rap, after rap, and when your body adapts my rhymes is packed, now get strapped and ready to rock steady, cause it's a armagedde' As I slice right through you like Freddie Puddles of blood are left in my path as I cruise right past, and don't even ask who what when or why cause it's the same reply The G-R-double-O-V-Y He's back again, sure to win, in the end huh, you're just another dead friend MC's ain't got nuttin on Loo I tell you, you got nothin on me, nothin I tell you, nothin.. Yeah, this one goes out to the Chosen Tribe Terminator X, Public Enemy, Chuck D Mr. Bell Productions, The Gypsy Man Big Daddy Rich And I go by the name of the Chief y'all and we out |
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