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Lyrics to: Got My Mind Made Up
By Artist: 2 Pac
[dat nigga daz]
You find an mc like me whos strong We leavin muthafuckas aborted With no verbal support When I command the microphone I gets deadly as congo With a bear and a snake and a panda, Im on thou Who can we stand, the more power of game And make it possible for me to drop A few to wrecks ya brain Imagine to keep on wishin upon a star Finally realizing who the fuck you are When I penetrate, its been withstandin, faded, Would it be the greatest mc of all time When I created rhyme for the simple fact When I attack the [? clubs? ] be tired My attempts to ride Every time all night I faced with the scars beyond This beam or bar For me to put down my guard Im faced with it, Im a ride Breakin in gas with the six eight all day In an out, with my pay Im soon to count the bodies...
[tupac]
So mandatory my elevation My lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar With tha nigga you facin We must be based on nothin Better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination Give up to fate, and get that ass shakin Im bustin and makin muthafuckas panic Dont take ya life for granted Put that ass in the dirt You swear the bitch was planted My lyrics motivate the planet Its similar to rhythm nation But thugged out, forgive me janet Whos in control Im acvtivatin yo souls You know, the way the games get told Yo two years ago, a friend of mine Told me alazhay and chrystal Blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearin my throat
[method man]
I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] Get in get in too [get on it] Let it ride [get wit it] Tonights tha night I got my mind made up, come on... Get in get in too Let it ride Tonights tha night
[kurupt]
Well I comes through with two packs Of tha bomb pro-folax For protection So my fuckin sac wont collapse Cause nowadays, shits evading the x-rays Sending young muthafuckas to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing mcs Shows my hearts as cold as the tundra Electryfing like thunder Im just too much Rough and raw with that mutha fuckin poisonous touch Im a Mc with lyrics thats tha fuckin bomb bay Ya got dissed, thats before its in cast like bob may My rhymes I leave a mark on ya mind As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pimes Theres no escape Na I aint blastin I use my mental To assassinate assassins For those askin Opposed to laughin Raw maniacal villian Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin Why is that ? Cause smilin faces decieve You best believe To mcs, Im the deadliest disease My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe Ya whole camps under seige, and Im jason vorhees In the heat of the night Is when I defeat and ignite mics My verbal snipe, your vocabal site Im out tha cut, uncut And raw with no clause fall So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere The raider rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to philly and back To la on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, second, prepare to enter verbal combat
[method man]
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers Like hitler Stickin up jews wit german missles The mister mef tical from staton isle Will be back after this message Dont touch tha dial Rarely do you see and mc out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket Blauw! Mellons get swellin, I paint mental pictures like magellen Half of my clan, repeat felons Niggas best protect they joint tha nine nickel Man I stay on point like icicles Now who want to test tical Then test tical All up in ya muthafuckin mouth Head banga boogie Catch me on tour with al doogie Method man roll too tight, you cant fool me Better take one and pass or thats that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast Johnny blaze out to get loot like johnny cash Play a game of russian roulette and have a blast
[redman] A yo Lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Lets face it, theres no replacement Taste this, mad underground basement Shit Im laced with Avalanche on ya whole camp when Im spliffted Funk doctor who spot bitch dont get it twisted I got connects like federal express To get the fresh package of bless Tha dogs cant fetch Got the clear spot from tha rear block Two plus til every nigga tear drop Men I fear not Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop Since ya crew suit you to shift Now you claim that you gets lot With this underground cannibis Im dangerous like john the bomb analyst The proceeds like keys My degrees freeze cause secondtively like epmd lps Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at your wake I plan my escape in case j or a snake bust it Im tha one pushin a hurst in the first place Confidence for you shaky ass folks Pump for rockafeller for the day he got smoked Choke, off this anecdope got you ope, zeros By my lyrical billy dee forty-five colt
And Im out for nine nickel
Ins tha rebel
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