Mr. Len - This Morning (Radio) lyrics

[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin] A pain in the neck having to grab when attaining your check But gaining respect another matter. My brother, gather Your heavy artillery, raw flow, thought guts Get ready, god. It'll be war. No shortcuts Me, I'll be the workaholic unless the verb perturb The herb. I'm stressed, berserk, I'm all sick ‘Til every bit of my person is dripping hell-bent When every bit of exertion is given, well-spent Some of y'all bring it ‘bout as strong as Shaq With the acting. My Steel for real Mic or otherwise, strike y'all brothers, size XL Shrinking ‘em like Rick Moranis. Bring your baddest I'll prove it literal, I'll prove it's pitiful My movement critical. The blood of this I transfuse To mad crews, from bad news to utter bliss If you're checking to beyond, aiming for deeper otherness Disrespecting the peons, aiming to keep y'all brothers pissed [Verse 2: Queen Herawin] See the scenario from aerial planes I'll reign/rain terrains in modules of monsoon My mental lyrical style be seed to mongrel Physical being's a vehicle. Fiends gleam My freestyle. Meanwhile, my degrees wild Exceeding normal range, caused to gauge writtens Sitting in danger, I'll move, spitting seeds From numerous breeds of verses, vintage That existed in vineyards. Past tense Intense, immense like internet, syndicate Juggaknots Knock lyrics that stop traffic and your whip When your audio clit is broke, your tape deck chokes Causing vehicular backs at intersects. Rendez Flip spine, their style. Selective sonnets Caribbean Isle goddess, possess a process That cause stress to your harvest Providing the antidote for your prowess