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Blackalicious - Paragraph President lyrics
Paragraph paralyzer rhythmic aristocrat Mister rap it's the gift of gab about to twist your caps Swift the fist so fast fury worry hit the switch ya ass Its 'n bits 'n fragments so midget quit this diss ya ass Sit ya ass down while I rip the tracks and spit the facts Hit the grass, green, brown, or purple I'm the diplomat Rip your raps, really you don't get the math Just to have, grief, only rhymer, I was meant to rap into that Fire breathing, rhyme heathen, kidnap your mental black Hijack your fly dap or con head your intellect Mind state, arrow blast, center crack, mind gaps Blind from their eyes back, send ya back crying act Up pencil pad, my utinsil grab thine attention Get hit so bad with two jitsu stabs I abid you And if you rap I'ma send you back rappin in a tavern If you mad kid it's just too bad Tell 'em it's the.. paragraph president And it's official you can hear the cheer coming up paragraph president I want to thank you all for having my (?) perform paragraph president as a special treat this evening I have asked America's foremost young poet to read his latest poem for us Hit you with the funk it's like, "who cut the provolone?" Government officials put taps on my mobile phones Nations overthrown hold my own on my zone prone to leave your dome blown poem after poem homes Jones for the tones rome with me turn your motor on Overall this war just just got it goin on Overgrown child never growin old so when knows pokin notes Till the never nose ho overdose On my flows those flows goes deep Hold your nose bros knows foes yo don't sleep slow your row, show my soul, total hold Domination don't ya know Under comet like Muhammad with the verbal robodome It's the.. paragraph president He's been sweeping the nation with a hard hitting campaign paragraph president As a politician he regards himself as a national (?) paragraph president and so mister president we urge you to do something about the deplorable state of our nation I pledge allegiance to the pen and the pad And the mic and (?) of America And to the republic, kiss my ass Thugs fakin, actin hard to get this killer beef that was given to me I must bust for all Leave your city burnin like Gamera Stamina, blaze up your space, plus I got it on camera And I'm a animal animator landin a Blow cleaning clocks nothing left for the janitor Punching through your granite a good will ambassador From another planet I could kill and smash ya up And it won't stop and I can't stop (?) Can erupt and it does had enough amateur? A rammin ya feel the goats horns slammin ya Ham it up every single time that I stand in a Crowd of emcees backin up when I'm actin up On a frenzy after ya yellin, "that's enough!" And it tempts me, that it does, and I'm glad it does When I flip see spatula style's stackin up Many big threes rappers on never catchin up Passin up, ride passenger, is it black enough? Spectacular! Now you know who's attackin ya Crackin up mashin ya top mind capturer I'm the.. paragraph president |
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