Lyrically Ill (Explicit)歌词-Patoos&Hench&Brain[欧美]&Uzee the Bovvaking&Movic&Tempo

Lyrically Ill (Explicit)歌词由Patoos&Hench&Brain[欧美]&Uzee the Bovvaking&Movic&Tempo演唱，出自专辑《Lyrically Ill (Explicit)》，下面是《Lyrically Ill (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

Lyrically Ill (Explicit)歌词完整版

Yo, yo, DJ Patoos, man, check it out. Before

I never got the rhythm for this track, but

I just did. So watch me going slow and smooth

Yo, yo, yo. Ugh

Different strokes for different folks

But I'd rather be John Kennedy d the living broke

Every other single day, it's a different quote

Freestyles are written, rhymes I be kicking both living low

Profile, hostile, no smile on my face

Don't worry, mama, I'm a grown child, and

That means I can handle my biz

If you thinking I'm the man, then I am what it is

Came for the throne, nigga, never going back

Hustle on my own money, never owing that

Showing skills on a micro

Phone I'm a psycho, niggas can't outshine Me

I'm a light bulb

Nightclubs with the right girls, you know the ones

With the black weave-on and the nice curls

And I ain't gotta tell you twice

This is my world, this is my

Motherfucker This is my world

I'm coming true with a bit for the hood

I don't know how it sounds

Cause I'm as fresh as it looks

I am making niggas wanna bounce as long as I Could

Take the naira and the pounds, that's if i Should

Is not that am better, nigga am in that mood

The Game is much better

Since I just stepped into the groove

Yeah, i still love the honey's

I treat them like my bunnies

Although it sounds funny, I still do it, but

The money, ghetto blaster

I'm the number one gangster

Born with lyrics in my blood no bite, the

No bastards, I'm the rap game itself

I'm too big for that shelf

You are wondering where I am coming in the way I am

Cause I'm the first ever lyrical thug

I stand on top of the game. Like am timing the world

I'm also naija made so you can say

I'm the boss of the ones around

I Have been made of this cos

I get a little fascinated but never intimidated

Plus a little irritated when the boys overrated

They asked, how will I make it? Ask God

Cause through him I was created

My ego's been inflated

This bova's was never faded on

The way to been the greatest

My words will be coded, cause I'm humble Devoted

Gotta forbid for commitments, shorty I ain't listening

All I think about is the two of us Hitting

So slow down the tempo, I'ma let them know

Fuck anybody hating on Me & tempo don't mess

With the pencil, it's always sharp

See, I'm that dog that shines in the dawn

No mean to brag when my shine is historical

Who's the illest rapper?

Aint that rhetorical

I'm ending the Chronicle

They so diabolical

Can't compared the speed of a car to a bicycle

No, I can't stop like a moving violation

Bury my Old rhymes, no repetition made it so simple for your

Recitation I placed at the top of rap classification

It is Movic with this lyrical invasion full penetration

Rappers elimination so I romance the mic and make love to

The beats that's why I bust I'm done walking the streets

Just Crush emcees like tomatoes in the blender

Now I'm getting hyper kill like a sniper I'm the

Showstopper like the firecrackers for the wack rappers

That still wearing diapers

Straight to the top of the brain on elevation

Fuse the rap game with divine dedication meditating on

Every verse unveiling the devil's curse the lyrical cleanse spirits

That rose of the dirt

Search for the body give A thousand years lying stiff

Tempt spit the Fortune tellers

Prophecy the science Smith red sun

Hanging the presence of Misty skies

Looking too much could bleed the eyes my mystery Lies

With the fellowship of past kings' perfection by supernatural

Lords and crafting's everlasting impact with none forgetting my words

For stressing hold mics and spark like wrong connections

My Thoughts stay fly trace the angel's spell

Cold flows put Off the flames of hell got a tale to tell

I stated well so just listen Moving and

Engulfed in cool millions having no Stricken

Banging joints slow

I neutralized flows like 7.0

Laid hands on the sick and then became sicker ill flows

Of my perfection passed through the speaker

Presenting!

Henchman

Brain

Movic

Uzee

Tempo

Yo this your boy Patoos on the Beat

MDR's production duction, duction, duction, duction