Bob Dylan Lyrics

Bob Dylan Lyrics - Nashville Skyline Rag Lyrics lyrics

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I break a nigga down ugly like Coke, up on the scale

Next step throw a stack up on the third rail

The undisputed, I'm never ever diluted or polluted

You could fuse it, if ya choose it cos it's deep rooted

I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter

For underestimatin as I'm cre-atin the butter

Cliques get clipped like heavy bricks when I'm droppin

I'm wreckin nigga whole shit plus I make a profit

Wicked with this shout, bodies are fished out

I'm wreckin niggas one-by-one but then I miscount

Mispronounced, how do LL bounce

And get ya shit bust? I turn ya faggots into mush

Ya slippin, I'm grippin microphones real tight

Then I crack up the speakers in ya Ac all night

Deliver messages, the prophecy's in me

His Royal Highness, you minus what you claim to be

(Say what?)

[Chorus:]

Uh, I get da drop on you niggas

I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas

[repeat x 3]

I blow em, KABOOM, but fuck sound effects

Niggas was sleeping like I was off on a Star Trek

Select my dialect, inspect all my cheques

He claim he gettin money but L cast the cheque

You sell blunt weed, Glock block, horizons

Niggas in the projects find ya hypnotising

You clowns know when I bring forth the heat

Hardcore niggas be wearin panties, lookin sweet

I'm on a journey thru the land of frontin niggas

Nervous motherfuckers with tha hands on dirty triggers

I lay back, niggas beef or let my nuts live

I take my blade, insert it until ya guts give

Execution, the destroyer of ya suspect bunch

What? Drama! You can't believe how I deliver bomb shit

Ya brains split, the pain hits ya little dick

[Chorus]

You fallin backwards, leanin like a dope addict

Rope niggas claim me, packin automatics

Found his ol' Earth's burner underneath the mattress

Go outside, the bitch up just like a actress

I take ya motherfuckers one-by-one and show ya how it's done

And dick ya down in front of everyone

Bitch niggas ain't got no type of reason

To say a bullshit rhyme in LL season

I'm freezin, ya bleedin heavily up out'cha rectum

Black and blue, tryin ta hide up in the spectrum

I got ya raw ass bustin straight flat

Head up on the place mat, ready to waste that

Operatin incorparates stimulatin designs

Lay that motherfucker's shit down, nigga resign

Don't lose ya mind, concentratin on how I shine

You never hear a nigga like me, never in time

I blaze it quick, amaze cliques when I flip

I can't believe you niggas forgot who rip shit

It's '96 and niggas like to hold they dicks

I'm breakin shit aside ya doctor's can't fix

[Chorus]

Fuck the tricks and all them smooth singin grooves

I'm bringin crews, in my ring you swing and lose

With the blues light my fuse, allow me

To show ya crab ass fake niggas how it be

My technique's superb when I'm pissin on these herbs

Crystal clear so you can hear every word

Fuck the goodie-goodie or your moms might hear it

I gotta keep my title locked down so niggas fear it

Uh, I get da drop on you niggas

I blow it, I make it hot for my niggas

[repeat x 2]

Uh, I get da drop on you niggas

I blow it, I make it hot!

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