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lirik lagu mc zappa – hardcore

[verse 1: mc zappa]

now hear this; i made a def beat to rap over
it’ll make my bread rise like it’s p-ssover

drums are kickin’ like david beckham
so any suck mcs, i fade and wreck ’em

lettin’ nothin’ stop me; i’m determined to rhyme
i get drunk on the funk like it’s fermented wine

kickin’ -ss; spittin’ fast as i blast to the beat
for sucka mcs, a catastrophe

destroyin’ toys no trouble at all
because i keep on stompin’ while they stumble and fall

just so i’m clear and not misinterpreted
i don’t just k!ll the beat; i murder it

i stop at nothin’; breakin’ through brick stone walls
i got enough time to make a few quick phone calls

mc zappa; spittin’ fire like yoga flame
this is easily done because i know the game

i got a habit to spit the rhyme all day
and no other mcs could get wit’ mine; no way

so-called rappers can’t make it past two syllables
i throw blows like creed, -ss-ssin; k!llin’ ’em

i’ll lyrically slice ya like we seviper and zangoose
you know my cypher is hyper, so you better vamoose

if you strike, you’ll be stricken and get struck back
before you step to me, step the f-ck back

like the olympics, it’s mine exclusively
so think twice before you try to screw wit’ me

when i’m around, you should be quick to guard yours
you wonder why? because i’m livin’ hardcore

[hook]
(our rock hard-hitting hip-hop hardcore!)
(walkin’ down the street, to the hardcore beat)
(our rock hard-hitting hip-hop hardcore!)
(walkin’ down the street, to the hardcore beat)

[verse 2: mc zappa]
like 9/11, never forget i’m a hardcore lyricist
better be glad i didn’t start more sh-t than this
i don’t rhyme even close to average
that wouldn’t be natural; i’m supposed to be savage
takin’ out mcs wit’ a murderous cypher
i got the rhyme locked like a 30-to-lifer
i’m gettin’ over like a fat rat; fonda rae
i catch a sucka talkin’ sh-t, and he’ll be gone today
i coulda sworn i was born to rock the microphone
and if you say i’m not, who you thought you lyin’ on?
as it is plain to see, i rain def rhymes
i can move the world like plate tectonics
tell me who got a flow like mine?
with speed and agility to go like mine?
for most mcs, half the time
they come with their bullsh-t average rhyme
but i destroy any m-th-f-ckas that’s f-ckin’ around
like the hulk, i cause a quake when i’m punchin’ the ground
i despise mcs with inferior beats
causin’ audiences to start clearin’ their seats
and when i hear mcs spittin’ lyrics so back
they go in a body bag, and they wear it in black
all of you sucka mcs can’t compete
but you all start to sweat when i fan some heat
destroyin’ sucka mcs no trouble at all
because i keep on stompin’ while they stumble and fall
certainly hurtin’ ’em; i be hittin’ ’em up
and all the while, you know i’m givin’ no f-cks
and if a sucka mc wanna misbehave
he’ll either get the nine or he’ll get the blade
because i come from the cl-ssic hip-hop community
anything other than that just ain’t suitin’ me
i guess i’m a hip-hop hipster
i like my sh-t organic; don’t panic
manic; i go psych on the mic like norman bates
you wanna f-ck with me, that’s your mistake
damagin’ rhymes, like miltank’s rollout
best of the best; only my real bangers go out
intricate beats and complex rhymes
this is why my bit-hop album climbs
to number one; you know i got the highest ranking
while your sh-t is steady droppin’, dyin’, and tankin’
i’m paid in full, like eric b. and rakim
‘cuz it’s all a game, and every week i win
gettin’ much money like a banknote robbery
and i crush like a tank; no stoppin’ me
lyrically superior; mcs are gettin’ wearier
it’s a holiday, halloween; i’m gettin’ scarier
i’m a nightmare on your street like jason with the axe
you know i got the fire, and i blaze it to the max
too hard to be clashed wit; i char and i thrash sh-t
you think you’re big, but i’m larger than m-ssive
i ain’t to be f-cked wit’; and that’s the law
when i serve justice, you’ll have it raw
f-ck wit’ me and find yourself takin’ a permanent break
there’d have to be, in your brain, an internal mistake
i got more rage than a m-th-f-ckin’ gyarados
you think you’re gonna be spared; you f-ckin’ dare to hope?
when i’m around, you should be quick to guard yours
you wonder why? because i’m livin’ hardcore

[hook]
(our rock hard-hitting hip-hop hardcore!)
(walkin’ down the street, to the hardcore beat)
(our rock hard-hitting hip-hop hardcore!)
(walkin’ down the street, to the hardcore beat)

[verse 3: mc zappa]
i’m on a lyrical loot spree; a rhymin’ rampage
every day, more people join my fan page
i’m an mc’s delight like the sugarhill gang
nerves are impervious, so i couldn’t feel pain
a crackle of thunder with the pen to the page
i’m tearin’ sh-t up, yeah; center’s my stage
i write only the best sh-t; you don’t wanna test this
i’m big and bad while you’re lonely and desperate
i one-shot your -ss like whitney’s miltank
just another tally on my rising k!llstreak
clear the room; no suckas allowed
because the bap and the boom; i’m pumpin’ it loud
like thelma houston, i’m steppin’ in time
i possess the rhythm, so that weapon is mine
i don’t just make “cuts”; m-th-f-cka, i lacerate
the work speaks for itself, but you exaggerate
i like it loud, the loop, you can’t mess wit’ it
‘cuz it’s a delicate thing…just kiddin’
nothin’ i make will break or ever be fragile
i’m a bit-hop beast; my sh-t is mad wild
it’s a rough rhyme; don’t try to smooth it out
‘cuz you know, i got to move the crowd
meowth, payday; my mouth’s like a money gun
intoxicating raps; no under twenty-ones
like jules winnfield, can you speak english?
for you to sing this would be a pipe dream; wish
begone with all that flowery sh-t
mc zappa lands a powerful hit
and when i’m rappin’ on the mic, i do my best to shatter it
and i’ll record again; it doesn’t matter, sh-t

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