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Diamond Shell - Back Again lyrics
[Diamond Shell] Back again, Shell the mellow fellow Droppin bass like a cello, shakin like Jell-o I wear and tear a sucka from here to there Put my rhymes in 5th gear and yo, I'm outta here You beat the Shell?C'mon, picture that Hey yo I never been beaten and hey, that is fact At my house I got a six shooter loaded with rhymes Waitin for the right second then I'm goin for mine Put my hands on the handle, my finger's on the trigger PULL IT {*BOOM* and get smooth on a nigga Yo, let's make this clear so you know Diamond Shell be doin brothers just like a pro Toe to toe we can go blow for blow, and yo If rappin was the Last Dragon, I'd have to blow Suckers step fast, be gone like the wind Suckers run and hide, cause Shell's back again Look who's back again {*scratched 4X: "Back is the incredible" -> Chuck D* [Diamond Shell] Now let's see, what do Shell mean to me? It means covered, protected quite well, purely yo I got the mic that starts damage doin When it's time for rap awards, the Shell is just a shoe-in You brag about this and that, blahzay blah But do you wanna battle with Shell?You better say, "Nah" Yo, but that's alright cause you a backwards beaver Diamond Shell ain't got the time to toy with you either Come one come all, either big or they tall But the bigger they are, the harder they fall Could Shell be the wackest of rappin yo that's a never If you think you that you could ever ever, ever compete with the Shell at rappin you must be buggin hard on the crack, in other words druggin People give a cheer to the brother of the year Paper thin MC's step back cause I tear or rip Sendin you on a trip so get a grip or come equipped Or yo get that ass flipped, look who's back again {*scratched 4X: "Once again, back is the incredible" -> Chuck D* [Diamond Shell] Shell be doin damage on your FM mode So, pump up your radio and watch your box explode I'm smooth as a pimp, boppin hard with a slant Who?Shell, got more juice than a power plant As I step to those who try to ruin my rep then I grip the neck with five fingers of death then I do the job like hired help And I'ma rip whole crews by myself and whoever else Come in sit down, have a seat while I wreck this My diseased rhymes and the crowd perfected Sucker MC's they much as jack Cause I'ma eat whole crews like a pancake stack You wanna try me, well then, you must not know The power I posess behind the mad freestyle flow Swift I go, fast or slow, or maybe even baby yo A hype medium tempo A vandal, I graffiti papers with ink pens Slap your rap so take off and stay strapped in Yeah, I'm comin back like a bald man's hairline Prepare yourself, get ready for war time Look who's back again Look who's back again {*scratched to fade: "Back is the incredible" -> Chuck D* |
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