Iron Mic - Add-2 Paroles , lyrics

Paroles de Iron Mic de Add-2

Iron Mic est une chanson de Add-2 pour laquelle les lyrics ont été ajoutés le 31/01/2014.

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Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

Yo! I see this rap shit is easy, I got it down to a science
Rock em like Goliath, my verses is killin giants
This the book of Eli, they paid tons to see it
I raise the bar so high, I doubt so you couldn't reach it
Yo! The weak leave when they see it, I seat seated
I'm too seasoned, too odd, we ain't even
What I'm writin niggas be bitin like baby Steven
Or bitin like Eve was just eatin apples in Eden
Yo! Restore the madness, shown up, now who the baddest?
You cross the line you gon need more than yo boy to pass us
I ain't never slackin, never happenin
You see it in my face until I get mo work done than Latoya Jackson
I admit it, I should be admitted into a psych ward
I'm committed, chlamydia, sickness given from 5 whores
Now why you say 5? These loonies listen to loonies
I got 5 on it and 5 in the morning
I'm murderin Z's, leave they mothers mournin they homies
It's twisted link, the boy form, I bomb niggas with no warning
Me and Knife are like Jesse and Walter White
We steppin on toes, this shit is like Harlem Nights
My rhyme scheme is mean like a dope fiend lean
Nigga please, you're 16, so sweep in and pray lease
I picked the perfect song for the fat lady to sing
Terrace and Hakeem, this ain't the same dream
Something they addin up but yall hear this strip that they say yall
How the hell you a boss and you got you a day job?
Shit, I face mobs, I scar faces like face mobs
So fix yo face, yo niggas lookin like Tray Martin nah
There's no ink on top like a church steeple
Mama's angel was angry listening to the evils
Don't stop the music like yall ballin peoples
All eyes on me like 2 Pac on a peephole
Yo! I poke holes into each and all of yo plans
Shadow box with Peter Pan, punch lines will never land
I (kick it!)
You don't understand, nigga I'll write rhymes, I'll right some goddamns up
It's JAMLA back back like we never left
Knife gave me a shot, I ain't gave the ball back yet
See I will break you apart without me breaking a sweat
You're on tour and ain't sayin shit like Demarcus Chuck
There's no skill for real to the rhymes they write
But yall in love with the high like a crack head's white
See I can give you a clip if you niggas is sound byte
You work that in 5 minutes, no shit, it sound like it
Report me, I'm dope til I OD
These rappers you call the future can't fuck with the old me
Sheek will tell you the same, Chamz will tell you the same
I was chillin with Common and Nas on the same day
I've been here before in New York with the Roots on the same stage
So I don't care if you sleep, I'll just wake you up at your wake
Yo! This shit real, up in this and I'm still I'll
I spit that make Michael J Fox stand still
See I'm not playin, all bars, not drinkin
Straight body, not plankin'
I shot niggas and I'm not ratin
Add-2 all day every day and I'm not changing, nigga!

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