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Urban Dance Squad - Ego lyrics
I excel with high fidel, like an amp, made by kenwood droppin' bombs, wreck these comps like only a man could mc troll stay so small, flair go stare to the metaphore-junkie I was funky from the day my mother's whomb met the spunky skills to win, styles begin, bet I get these skinz skinz in teams, skim big c.r.e.a.m., then I tap my brim tell yo man to take a seat when he bleeds with heated ears that heavy level break opinion, dominion, got them divided like the gravel rock, rock steady rockin', rockin' steady rockin' so steady with a problem called my ego dizzle-dazzle, razzle, trash all yep, any stupid brain rhymes lobotomize, down to smaller size a fool can play the game sort of butcher - mean killerfiend - servin' cold cuts mc cattle slain as such, serve the public for fast bucks play the glock, while you're green like toe-fungus sweatin' 'till your shoes and socks so the duck learns to snug-'n-duck when he's on the lyrical dot rock, rock steady ญญ catchin' props for the job, baby pop then back to the lab damn, tonight I excite like amphetamine tabs party hectic, heavy slammer catch disease like doctor banner the bulk play hulk, hawk like peter falk, well it don't matter on my path, catch the ignorant kids, foolin' my scripts are mumbo-jumbo play dumbo, like columbo got them chokin' with robustos smokin' rock, rock steady |
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