Tame One - Eastern Conference All Stars (Mighty Mi Air Max 95 Remix) lyrics

(feat. Copywrite , J-Zone , Cage , Mr. Eon , Sk**z) [Tame One] Yeah (uh) yeah (uh) Formaldehyde sammiches Northface gooses (ah) South Orange Avenue producers (uh) East Coast is the loosest West District is ruthless (Boom Skwad nikka!) We leave you toothless Eastern Conference All Stars (MFC) Ghetto stars (Like this . . .) The hip hop Anthony Perkins Constantly murkin' For certain Excuse me Y'all say fo' sheezy Dawgs like me be like "WE WANT EAZY!" Tame One be talkin' greasay This be Tame and D Day Burnin' more redlines than eight major freeways (vrooom) My motto is f** you, don't follow! Stunts who won't swallow'll get stunt tomorrow Oh well, I still can't tell You actin' beat b**h, beat it No secret, I'll murk you half weeded My bars are like Xanaxes Broken down the force that bring down yours Encyclopedia Brown kick it in Co . [Copywrite] In this most aggressive art form none a y'all ba*tards want it 'Cause I don't paint on the canvas, I slam rappers on it Laughin' at clowns with they demos, pa**in' 'em out Pa** it to me, get it tossed to the trash with a smile Bad Boy with a long barrel that's all narrow Shyne behind bars like Jamal Barrow You got a cast iron stomach Let's see how strong it is when I co*k this and blast iron from it You flow sick but too slow spittin' your coldest I'll come up with a cure before any symptoms are noticed You tryin' to sh** on me, it's a dream I got a weigh with words like alphabet soup on a triple beam [J-Zone] You want a free verse, your label was a joke from the start You want a free beat, then put a stethoscope to your heart You want free dick, then baby go back to your ex You want free advice, chump shave the back a ya neck I use threats over money so DJ's don't play my jams Internet b-boys wanna know what race I am Black, white, or Spanish, you figure it out Learn how to rhyme off mine and take my dick out your mouth It's about to get ill in here so stop staring b**h Old Maid Billionare, Christina Aguilera's pimp UPS is hirin' so pause the trap 'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap [Cage] I went to my grandmother's funeral f**ed up in rush Stood over that b**h, smelled embalming fluid feindin' for dust My baby's momma taught my daughter to ask for paper Told her Disney World blew up so I didn't had to take her My engineer is a dominatrix tryin' to master me My out of body experiences got dead cops after me How my anti-pop records get played on tv The explanation is the same as why you hate on EC So don't be alarmed when you see and my soundman holdin' a firearm stompin' Some b**hes for a skit I'm on If my ex try to come to a show to dumb out I'll make the crowd beat the sh** out of her before I come out [Mr. Eon] It's Julius Irving with word fling Mics inverting, f** all you stupid Earthlings Y'all couldn't shed light if y'all were the Sun Wipe the cum off her head and take a load off her mind One time could never invade my paradigm From propaganda pamphlets to the asinine Joust with mic stands, jump over Technics My soul got caught up in mom's ovaries No angel on my shoulder, just two devils Feedin' chemicals pushin' blood past legal levels It's the accomplice who's too obnoxious to accomplish Leavin' you rookie f**s astonished [Sk**z] Yo, it's the G-h-o-the-s-t-writer Conversin' with me, sh**, it's like talkin' to fire If you touch it it burns and y'all don't wanna do that You can talk to it all day and it won't talk back I still battle n***as, so scrap ya plans I ain't got to be in promotions to wrap your van Cats two-way me all day to deliver a hit But I ain't writin' sh** down till they deliver some chips If B.I.G. was here, he'd say I was "Dead Wrong" 'Cause I don't get on the radio and say verses that I said in the song It's Madd Sk**z muh'f**a, the VA Don EC MC aka Shaqua