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andre nickatina - wack mc's lyrics

reap the thoughts of a mastermind, lyrical tech
never knowing what mc will come next
follow as i leave a trail of wack mcs
i was spitting this sh-t when run was wearing lees
microphone checks gettin waxed like a candle
foul -ss language gettin thrown like gavels
ready with a verse, come test me with a battle
you and your crew get slaughtered like cattle
your tapes don’t sell, they need some enhancing
it’s all about the mic, b-tch, f-ck break dancing
andre nickatina sayin, “give me a scratch.”
money mother f-cker we ain’t that far back and it’s the old school

f-ck you punk(x3), cuz you still can’t rap(x2)

mcs rock, and mcs roll, but
some turn green like fake -ss gold
i hold, the mic like the hammer of thor
mc fakes comes and shakes a 4 o’er 5
leave the scene dead or alive
as you running, turn around i got the “f” in your eye.(?)
super fly sneaker as i levitate a track
hit the club with a bud, and give the dj wax
then im masked, mcs come, and they subtract
the real ones we conversate and chill like macs
i confess, i love to hear the weak confess
instead of mc claim yous an mc vet

f-ck you punk(x3), cuz you still can’t rap(x2)

tongue twister twirls tell her path through a twizzler
sally sells snow sweet n low at the sizzler
k!ll em
look at how they piece like a puzzle
record store cemetaries graves without shovels, youre in trouble
n-gg- do your sk!lls pay the bill?
trying to dub the k!lla whale, but sound like a seal
n-gg-s know my voice, blue pen ball point
got you counting money, got you smokin c-ke joints
never cared about sh-t, but imma real mc
i lumnyah(?), f-ck a b-tch university
a professor, mother f-cker yeah you know it’s me
it’s 6am and im playing ice t, in the morning

6 in the morning police at my door
fresh adidas squeaking ‘cross the bathroom floor

- andre nickatina

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