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Текст песни Mykill Miers f Freddie Foxxx - Wanna Be An MC?

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(Keep it underground) (Keep it underground, fuck that) --> Freddie Foxxx[ VERSE 1: Mykill Miers ]I beat you down like a glock when the cops say `freeze!`So put your hands in the air and drop to your kneesYou beg me not to blast a paragraph in that assI murder the mass, cause I be killin itWhen I`m fillin itMy adrenaline is like a drugMy lyric deliverance is like a slugIt penetrates your mug, puddles of bloodExcites me and entices meTo dislike MC`s who be bitin meEver since the Wake UpI been climbin the ladder like JacobBut fools be faker than make-upThey careers I shake upCrews I break up like chunks of weedAnd you punks`ll bleed if you fuck with meMentally deranged with visions of Jesse JamesLeavin messy slain corpses on your porchesOf course the game is called rap, and the mic I call gatCause I be bustin at will, you know gats kill[ CHORUS: Freddie Foxxx ]So you wanna be a MC, huh?Watch your mouth and don`t offend me, hah!You`re fuckin with real niggas from hardcore grounds that carry burnersMykill Miers and Bumpy Knucks, the money-earners[ VERSE 2: Freddie Foxxx ]It`s been a minute since you heard the murderous raspy voiceSpit it at these fake niggas with no remorseYou frontin niggas never been in the streets, fuck up the gameHow you live in the streets and don`t know my name?It`s Bumpy Knucks, baby, Mr. Don`t-Give-A-Fuck, babyMr. Twin Glocks all in your mouth, what`s up, baby?Heard you wanna be a MC and rhyme with the finestWho resume is iller than mine is?I design niggas like a toy maker, call me JepettoSpit around me, got fake niggas all over the ghettoBetter say your illest shit now, ride my dick laterNiggas still be quotin my verse from `Hot Potato`Blaze `Money In The Bank`, I killed em `Ruff, Ruff`Had niggas in the jailhouse screamin "So tuff!"If that wasn`t enough, just to shuffle through the listIf I had $100 for every nigga I rippedI`d stack c-notes taller than the World TradeI`m still eatin like you platinum niggas from flattenin niggasHardcore style crosses every boundaryNiggas that wanted hardcore jams, they found meSo Shyne, you ain`t Biggie, Ja, you ain`t PacLot of niggas ain`t Jay, and DMX ain`t FoxI wish niggas tried to play me and smile in my grillYou`d be the next nigga that I killIt`s Freddie Foxxx, baby[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Mykill Miers ]Who`s the next to get killed, cause I`m the best to get illMC`s who ain`t knowin, they be testin my skillsCause they don`t know the consequences, got MC`s hoppin fencesEverytime I drop a sentence everybody stop and listenThey waitin for what I spit, MC`s get dealt withWent to trial for assault with a deadly felt-tippedI spit hot lyrics to melt shitToo hard to give me props, but I know you felt itCan`t help itYou get shot when the fifth`s cockedIt`s Mykill Miers, the Hitchcock of Hip-HopMC`s they flip-flop from doin underground and pop shitTo sell records, but nobody cops itMC`s get drop-kicked when they talk shitEvery word I spit is toxic, I lock shitThe spot gets blown up when I show upThe rhymes I kick is so sick, it`ll make you throw up[ CHORUS ](Do you wanna be a MC) --> Common(All these so-called players in the rap game) --> Jeru(Tryina be down, but you can`t be down) --> Run

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