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Got My Mind Made Up (feat. Outlawz & Kurupt)歌词
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    You find an MC like me who's strong

    Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support

    And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though

    With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those

    Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain

    and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain

    Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star

    Finally realizing who the fuck we are

    When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded

    would it be the greatest MC of all time

    When I created rhyme for the simple fact

    When I attack I crush your pride

    My intention to ride, every time all night

    I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar

    for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride

    breakin in gas with the six-eight all day

    In and out with my pay

    I'm soon to count the bodies...







    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 asss shakin

    I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic

    Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt

    You swear the bitch was planted

    My lyrics motivate the planet

    It's similar to Rhythm Nation

    but thugged out, forgive me Janet

    Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls

    You know, the way the games get controlled

    Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine

    Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind

    Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote

    Takin off my coat, clearing my throat







    I got my mind made up, come on... (come on)

    get in get in too

    let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night

    I got my mind made up, come on...

    get in get in too

    let it ride... tonight's tha night







    Well I comes through with two packs

    of the bomb prophalaks for protection

    So my fuckin sac won't collapse

    Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays

    Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave

    I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's

    shows my heart's as cold as the tundra

    Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much

    Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch

    I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay

    Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay

    My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind

    As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine

    There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin

    I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin

    Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian

    Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin

    Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve

    You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease

    My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe

    Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees

    In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes

    My verbal snipe, your vocab on site

    I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all

    So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall

    Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere

    The greater 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, set and prepare to enter verbal combat







    Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers

    like Hitler, stickin up wit german

    The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle

    Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial

    Rarely do you see an MC out for justice

    Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!

    Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen

    Half of my Clan's three deep felons

    Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel

    Man I stay on point like icicles

    Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical

    All up in your motherfuckin mouth

    Head banger boogie

    Catch me on tour with Al Doogie

    Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me

    Better take one and pass or that's 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







    Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics

    Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards

    Let's face it, there's no replacement

    Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with

    Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted

    Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted

    I got connects like Federal Express

    to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch

    Got the clear spot from tha rear block

    to bust til every nigga here 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 get's lot

    With, this underground cannabis

    I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst

    Then proceeds like keys

    My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's

    Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake

    So I erase the whole front row at the wake

    I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it

    I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place

    Confidence for you shaky ass folks

    Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked

    choke, off this anecdote got you ope

    Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly

    And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels)

    West, list this, this, this...

  • [Verse One: Daz]



    You find an MC like me who's strong

    Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support

    And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though

    With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those

    Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain

    and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain

    Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star

    Finally realizing who the fuck we are

    When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded

    would it be the greatest MC of all time

    When I created rhyme for the simple fact

    When I attack I crush your pride

    My intention to ride, every time all night

    I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar

    for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride

    breakin in gas with the six-eight all day

    In and out with my pay

    I'm soon to count the bodies...



    [Verse Two: 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 asss shakin

    I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic

    Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt

    You swear the bitch was planted

    My lyrics motivate the planet

    It's similar to Rhythm Nation

    but thugged out, forgive me Janet

    Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls

    You know, the way the games get controlled

    Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine

    Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind

    Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote

    Takin off my coat, clearing my throat



    [Chorus: 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) tonight's tha night

    I got my mind made up, come on...

    get in get in too

    let it ride... tonight's tha night



    [Verse Three: Kurupt]



    Well I comes through with two packs

    of the bomb prophalaks for protection

    So my fuckin sac won't collapse

    Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays

    Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave

    I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's

    shows my heart's as cold as the tundra

    Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much

    Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch

    I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay

    Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay

    My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind

    As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine

    There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin

    I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin

    Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian

    Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin

    Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve

    You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease

    My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe

    Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees

    In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes

    My verbal snipe, your vocab on site

    I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all

    So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall

    Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere

    The greater 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, set and prepare to enter verbal combat



    [Verse Four: Method Man]



    Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers

    like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]

    The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle

    Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial

    Rarely do you see an MC out for justice

    Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!

    Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen

    Half of my Clan's three deep felons

    Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel

    Man I stay on point like icicles

    Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical

    All up in your motherfuckin mouth

    Head banger boogie

    Catch me on tour with Al Doogie

    Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me

    Better take one and pass or that's 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



    [Verse Five: Redman]



    Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics

    Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards

    Let's face it, there's no replacement

    Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with

    Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted

    Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted

    I got connects like Federal Express

    to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch

    Got the clear spot from tha rear block

    to bust til every nigga here 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 get's lot

    With, this underground cannabis

    I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst

    Then proceeds like keys

    My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's

    Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake

    So I erase the whole front row at the wake

    I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it

    I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place

    Confidence for you shaky ass folks

    Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked

    choke, off this anecdote got you ope

    Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly

    And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels)

    West, list this, this, this...

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