Tajai - Make Your Mind Up (Rock On Mix) lyrics

A-plus: Hieroglyphics is Gonna twist a kid's cerebellum If he lives, then I tell 'im I'll leave his head swellin' When tellin' fellas about the 5-6 Live it's me investigatin' fly chick's privates I got a plan, I got a plan, a strategy Adam be mad. A G mad at me cuz I got a phatta salary Actually, you will be cookin' like bottom rhymin' Never top, cuz you'll never stop the atom bombin' Hiroshima, Nagasaki Don't copy The man*script Man, you slipped You're sloppy Joe Schmo, never no more I'm clever and you're Never gonna score Cuz I'm sure I'm better and pure Like cannibus And if it's possible I'll drop a new Line with the lyrics Live with the spirit and soul I got plenty in me Eeny-meeny-miny-mo Slo-Mo Approach With yo ho, yup Cuz I'm the man and you can read it in Genesis A-D-A-M The A-P-L-U-S One and the same Runnin' the game on fly chicks Real tight So they feel right With the 5-6 And it's like that And that's how it is, G The skins I cross Get tossed like a frisbee Search and find lines of life in my scripture Screens make me seen So the keen get the picture Opio: Eruptions, and rustin' When I'm thrustin' Cuts men Into microscopic particles Molecules, atoms Attack 'em, hack 'em Never slow, never slack I'm invincible, _________ flow is intense at fools Who know not, flow not like this wizard Ya play with it, riddle Widdle a hole in ya dome And pull out ya gizzard Trachiotomy I slaughtta the Watery-weak Ya slips, there's a slobbly geek n***as tweek When I speak They retreat Rethink what was spoken and then repeat My feat Of inhuman capabilities Rape and pillage emcees Then I k** emcees Who have no style I file n***as down to the cuticle Who can feel my foot prints Soot gets kicked in your eye, beautiful Blinding, Winding Up and change-ups Rearrange punks When I drops, kerplunk! Rip chunks Out the mic And then digest Why test? I'm cavin' in your chest when I express Myself Extreme confusion You think you're losin' your mind Cuz my rhyme cuts holes like a nine Tajai: Tajai. Two syllables. Easy With ease, we Seize thee But emcees be Cuz they come wacker than batman sound effects I ground your text But vertebrae wack. I pound your necks Sally bone I be prone To rip sh**, likely Believe it or not, believe it I got the co*k- D Cacophony I cap the phonies, so there is no needs for me Your attempts deceive us And pimps know I be Excel irate And on that scale That's fail The countenances Of countless knit-wits Who wish this With mis hits But this sh** is equipped with Homin' devices that are precise as they get, kids Target's stuck to foes who pose muchly Fronts be phucked and Punk nuts, why gets amongst thee Punks, we often cross When soft men Is the image portrayed to them Spinach is no saviour when I pop eyes, all of the guys feel my brutish Strength, and wimpies see haggard futures Don't tempt me Shrimps we skewered on the bar-b My foot has found wit in ya Is there any dillemma? Yo- hardly