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lirik lagu spaceghostpurrp - veneno 6

[part one]

[verse 1: buckshot]
i’m takin’ it back, come follow me
on a journey to see a for real mc
the mind tricks the body, body thinks the mind is crazy
whatever’s lazy, when i get the flow, i’m swayze
i break, you take
whatever type of sh~t the n~gga buckshot make
the incredible, lyrical and original
you can k!ll the bowl if you wanna take a pull
whatever i see i attack (‘tack, ‘tack)
f~ck off my back, black, n~gga, f~ck that
the devil lurks and my heart irks for the h~ll
look into the eyes of a n~gga who fell
i hit my head on the concrete to beat defeat
another dead n~gga in the street
bullseye, direct hit, don’t miss
but how many mcs must get dissed?

[chorus: krs~one]
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
[verse 2: buckshot]
i could break it down like whatever you want
you want it like this, i hit, you miss but you get dissed when i’m p~ssed
mister buckshot rockin’, not quick
b~tch, get off my d~ck!
i rope ’em up, and boot ’em up, then shoot ’em up, whatever
i’m clever because i wear my leather in the winter
i enter the stage, n~gga c~ck a gauge
i bust ’em all somethin’ awful and then i leave the stage
i’m just a crazy maniac murderer murder type thinkin’
you’re sh~ttin’, you’re ass thinkin’, i see you blinkin’
i wet him, then forget i never should of met him
but he was talkin’ sh~t to my man so i had to get him
yep, you can get the fist, whatever
but how many mcs must get dissed?

[verse 3: buckshot]
i got a n~gga on scope through the eye of a needle
but then had the n~gga pucking on my desert eagle
pain as it hit your brain, i’m goin’ insane
pound after pound, i can’t stomp on your brain
pick up the p~~p at every jetty with the loo
don’t try to walk with a switch b~tch like he cute
you just getting me, suck my d~ck and ride on the regular
pen predator, et cetera, yeah right
so f~ck what you heard, it’s about gettin’ blipped
in 1993 motherf~ckers get dissed
[chorus: krs~one]
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”
“how many mcs must get dissed?”

[part two]

[intro: buckshot]
yeah
originoo crookz
originoo headz
doing it like this
what up?

[verse 1: buckshot]
i woke up in the morning, hopped on a train and saw my man
he had an l in his hand, hide it from the beast, at least
i catch a bus before i hit my block
i take a mega hit from it, “on the good ship lollipop”
move the hop, so i can put the hip, in the grip
everybody slip so i can take a trip to the dip
dig a deeper hole, microphone~control with soul
look at my hot eyes and tell me, “how could you be cold?”
i’m coming to you from the underground, with thunder sound
number one question, “yo, how can i be down?”
well, i’ll tell you, bring your lighter and roll your finger
back up on your lighter so you see the fire singer
move from left to right, then front to back
herbal verbal letters give the mic contact
react whenever i keep the heads scoping
ahh, don’t front, you know i got cha opin
[hook: buckshot]
don’t front, you know i got cha opin
it’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(duck down!) don’t front, you know i got cha opin
check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(duck down!) don’t front, you know i got cha opin
it’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(duck down!) don’t front, you know i got cha opin
check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

[verse 2: buckshot]
me and my crew walk the streets at night like
“looking for the right one, baby”
if it’s payday, i’m at your doorstep
i never sweat swinging the ep’ nowadays ’cause my rep
is known for the tricks that’ll trade like toys
in the cypher with my boys, we be getting busy wrecking shop
i drop the top and make the seeds pop
from the la that i sparked last night in the dark
i be dedicated to the moon ’cause it’s black
resurrect, come back, tell me about the other side, jack
now we’re going back to “who got da props?”
and when i blew up the spot last year on the box
pressure, to come back with another fat single
not too underground to make it stop when you mingle
but bust it, pay attention to the third verse
and i’ma take you to another level first, yeah

[hook: buckshot]
don’t front, you know i got cha opin
it’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(duck down!) don’t front, you know i got cha opin
check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man
(duck down!) don’t front, you know i got cha opin
it’s the originoo headz meeting the originoo crookz
(duck down!) don’t front, you know i got cha opin
check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

[verse 3: buckshot]
first of all, listen, i’m the n you know
but when you see me at a show, you better prepare for the flow right away
i’m dimming the brighter day
it’s never sunny, still don’t nothing move but the honey out the pay
so i enta the brother zone
i come to the front of da stage and let you know who’s on the phone, leave it alone
see, it’s a hip hop thang
not a fake, drip~drop fame or corny~ass lame
you can fool the rest but you can’t fool me
see, the best school me for the simple fact
it’s the g~o~d, buck~to~the~shot
steele to the tek, then ruck to the rock
so forget the past, no more shorty
strictly buckshot, i rock you one down to forty below
i gots to let ‘em know
that i elevate at levels higher every time i felt the fire
people tried this when your jam got cold
used to be the man, now your band got old
i know the plan, so i keep ‘em scoping
don’t front, you know i got cha opin

[outro: buckshot]
yeah, without no doubt
this is dedicated to my man, big 5, big trev
real’s in the place to be
we’re coming to get you out, kid
and we’re out, no doubt
representativz, 5ft
what, n~gga?!?

[part three]

[verse 1]
too many suckers and not enough time
to buck up all of dem with one clip from mi 9
to shoot to k!ll, dem seh mi dont care
i try to chill, but it nuh get mi nowhere
i just put down mi gun inna fi mi suitcase
big up mi fist, fi buck off dem face
flip!, script!
and a guy head l!ck
boof!, baff!
and not one shot l!ck, cau’
toe to toe once again
fi distinguish real bad bwoys dem
and if yuh a bad bwoy, not a guy caan try
let mi see di fist dem

[chorus: yami bolo sample]
gotta take it easy
why?
gotta take it easy
why?
gotta take it easy
why?
gotta take it easy
me no know…

[verse 2]
dutty bwoy jump up, dutty bwoy get
stomp
get perpetrator, a guy get
stomp
some guy cool, but him need fi get
stomp
if dem buy dem back dem guns, seh dem run outta luck

cau’ we k!ll dem all
and we come back aloooone, chi boom deh
mad lion
deh pon microphoooooooone
alright

so just step up, step up
bwoy, whats up?
put your crew to di side, tek out yuh gold front
knuckle up, knuckle up, and guard yuh grill
no need fi gun, cau’ yuh get hurt still
think unuh wicked?, tell dem fi come!
i have mi fist, mi nuh need not a gun
nah guh touch you, if you dont touch mi first
if you touch mi bwoy, you must bite di dust
bad bwoy, rude bwoy, fickle face nah skin up
decent person, with an evil touch
i dont bother n0body
i tansoback and clutch
you diss the program bwoy you must get~, ahh!

[chorus: yami bolo sample]
gotta take it easy
why?
gotta take it easy
why?
gotta take it easy
why?
gotta take it easy
me no know…

[verse 3]
too many suckers and not a enough time
to buck dem all off with di clip from mi 9
so shoot to k!ll, dem seh, mi dont care
i try to chill but it nuh get mi nowhere
flip inna mi pocket, and mi dip inna mi waist
tek out mi gun, put inna mi suitcase
big up mi fist, and you know mi run di place
one, thump~thump, inna bwoy dem face
two, thump~thump, and we tear dung di place
three, thump~thump, and him cannot escape
cannot escape, cannot escape
cannot mi seh, cannot mi seh, cannot escape, cau’
toe to toe once again
fi distinguish real bad bwoys dem
and if yuh a bad bwoy, not a guy caan try
mek mi see yuh fist dem
cause i’m not a deejay, and i’m not a mc
i’m one poetic member of tha crew b.d.p
step to we crew, bwoy it’s no problem
we have di fist, and it quick fi solve them (wah)
have fi mi gun, but it inna mi waist
pick up mi fist, just to punch off yuh face
mad lion deh yah, and we wicked and bad
love fi mi fist, and mi gun, next to god
use fi mi fist, cau’ mi up inna line
wicked bad bwoy, run tings every time

[chorus: yami bolo sample]
gotta take it easy
why?
gotta take it easy
why?
gotta take it easy
why?
gotta take it easy
me no know…

[verse 4]
all dem a talk and defend
can’t stop mi from love di gyal dem
gyal pon di left, and gyal pon di right
two a dem combine and waan fight
one throw a punch, one tek out a knife
and nearly k!ll di gyal, and tek weh her life
tell mi crowd of people, is that right?
make gyal, a k!ll gal, fi man weh she like?
i dont like that d~mn flex inna mi zone
need dem gyal fi just keep dem ass home
mad lion deh yah
deh pon di tune
boy’s deh, we wicked and bad to di bone
that’s why..

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