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[Verse 1]
Notoriously enterprising, vocals for analyzing I move, defiant speech more deeper than Poseidon Give me, the highest esteem like hundreds of cream Lick a shot off like Spock with them laser beams Its the, greatest vocabularian in era My styles vary like leathers, niggas rocking the serum Living forever 40 ki's couldn't measure to the treasure From these pedigrees I flow larger than C's Cristal and Dom-P, getting sexed in the 'telly From bitches, who's in the running (how they look?) up with Halle Berry I'm far from ordinary, I pitch a K like the arm of Satchel Beware from the strength of the Natural [Verse 2] Now from below I die trying like a Japanese hero Lyrics are Kilo's the outcome nothing but cee-lo's Leave those, unprofessional pros alone Enjoy the sound that's now emitting out the microphone I'm every word personified, create astonishing lines Go inside and pull a paragraph or two from my mind Then decline the competition and recline inside the vision Of uncanny type precision, hit 'em in all positions Let it be known, my apparatus is stone Inject the hyper tone inside the space between your headphones I'm naturally grown, but leaving it sewn just like a surgeon Money I'm splurging, that mean I got to leave it burning (right) The simple fact, I'm like a Mac when I hit Reality perceived to me, this ain't no counterfeit shit Doing my thing-thing, I pitch a K like the arm of Satchel Beware from the strength of the Natural |
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Once in a lifetime, love comes along
And I know it's you that I'm waiting on And that sweet promise of our first kiss Keeps me hanging on, through times like this So wherever you are, I'm thinking of you I wonder if you're thinking of me, too There's only so long, time can keep up apart So until we meet, keep me in your heart Keep wishing upon that same ol' star And know that I love you, wherever you are Can't say I know what you look like But you're in my heart, you're on my mind And I feel your love deep down in my soul When I finally find you, I'll just know So wherever you are, I'm thinking of you I wonder if you're thinking of me, too There's only so long, time can keep up apart So until we meet, keep me in your heart Keep wishing upon that same ol' star And know that I love you, wherever you are So until we meet, keep me in your heart Keep wishing upon that same ol' star And know that I love you, wherever you are |
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Intro Word up Mic Geronimo....nah mean.. Check it out.... Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Verse 1 Behold the uncontrollable I keep the hold world in drama smoke my competition now they jus a bag of skama I'm a reload the vocab that Manson used amatuers they plead the O.J. and wonder why they lose I subdue the microphone and left it in submission then cracked the Phillie open and found a talent that was hidden I kid no man whose similar to mental migrane the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game It's been a long time maybe too long since your audio produced a real rap song I robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan he can stand but didnt analyse the whole pro-jam I took my time, I found I couldnt wait to explain The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Chorus [Repeat *4] Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Verse 2 The new and improved you can't make a move or elude the feud about to be cued A soloist journed through tha mist now found assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound make my own type of home by the phone MC's reachin for my style, I'll leave alone my terminology and oddessy on the man I'll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan Split decision, I cut wit precision so many tried before but still couldn't get in Now it's on..no need to explain the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Chorus Im high till I die so there's no need to lie pass that metal over to the small guy kickin inside from desire mills will be the amps on the mic will explode to feel the fire I'm lifted/up off my wig like terrific target every market/move on each one specific overload the frame but keep it all the same The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Play me and try to get away thats a maybe be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue don't need for me to come stalkin and lookin for you I rip through ya heart and bust through ya veins I guarantee that things will never ever be the same I kicked it on the real now I keep it on the plane The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain Im so high... Chorus |
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featuring Ja Rule Jay Z and DMX It's Time it's time it's time it's time This is time to build it's time to build It's time to build it's time to build It's time to build this is time to build Verse 1: Mic Geronimo I format my mind for combat In fact I put a hole up in your back on the song like that Rollin thick with my people ain't no room to breathe Surrounded by murderous felons drinks and bags of weed I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I I'm automatic trample in your static with the semi So when I squeeze I'm off in the breeze with these Licking shots at them whack MC's With no direction, I rhyme with perfection skills Drug a nigga like a pill when it's time to build Keep it real, get your head rocked when I wreck shop I bigger with my style ain't a bully on your fuckin block Word is bond I go on I'm breaking MC's with vocal tones over real rap songs Insane in the brain nothing left to gain Grab the mic up with skill when it's time to build, Mother Fuckers Chorus: This is time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, this is time to build Verse 2: Ja Rule Niggas increase the pain when they shout my name Horrified by the thought of hot slugs and graves Cause Ja is a sinister character loading that 44 caliber Infrared aimed at your jugular Who the fuck are you? Nobody cares You just be another nigga that needs repairs Talking to all them niggas shitting And all them faggots that be steady bitching, inside their insides twitching Sod sill delivering, DOA push a nine to your mind and commence the spray No bullshit, Natural's the king of left Scared of life but wanna play the game of death What's next? Niggas wearing padded kotex Pussy ass MC's get treated like rough sex I'm possessed you can't feel what I feeler Be easy on the cut, uh, uh, uh Chorus: This is time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, this is time to build Verse 3: Jay-Z Yeah, fresh on the scene-a with the fucking next niggas demeanor You know my work I bless and press more skirts then the cleaners I'm damn relaxed cause you cats can't stress the G Ain't a enough jump in 'em to make you high enough to test me Gone, niggas is moist like Duncan Hienz Choice when I'm voicing my poise I got poison lines So flame on I turn my game on the expert Niggas get chills when you hear my name on the network Fuck what you niggas kickin on the mic You chicken like you don't know what an ass whippin feels like I'm living flashbacks, I blaze niggas split like ass-cracks It's the J to the A, smoother than jazz tracks, yeah So when I'm browsing through your housing projects Niggas get 5,000 shit is rough Time to close I hit you with 16 of those Next time maybe more, but who the fuck knows? Chorus: This is time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, this is time to build Verse 4: DMX Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo, Check it out yo I'm peeling niggas caps like oranges Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody I did too much dirt to turn back now I'm the reason my lil' sister smoking crack now I'd feel guilty if I had a heart but I don't To live a carefree life if I stop killing but I won't It's in my blood to destroy man kind With every murder I lose it little more of my damn mind And I ain't got much left to lose nigga ,so don't snooze nigga I'm telling yous nigga, just pay your dues nigga Respect my mother fucking style of rap Murder your mic and your unborn child This ain't wild just how niggas living on the street A little something that cant be beat Chorus: It's Time, it's time, it's time, it's time This is time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, it's time to build It's time to build, this is time to build Mic Geronimo: Recognize, understand, recognize, understand Recognize, understand, recognize, understand This is time to build This is time to build This is time to build |
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Intro Word up Mic Geronimo....nah mean.. Check it out.... Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Verse 1 Behold the uncontrollable I keep the hold world in drama smoke my competition now they jus a bag of skama I'm a reload the vocab that Manson used amatuers they plead the O.J. and wonder why they lose I subdue the microphone and left it in submission then cracked the Phillie open and found a talent that was hidden I kid no man whose similar to mental migrane the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game It's been a long time maybe too long since your audio produced a real rap song I robbed a man who doubt the jack up on the plan he can stand but didnt analyse the whole pro-jam I took my time, I found I couldnt wait to explain The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Chorus [Repeat *4] Im so high/you so high I be gettin money till the day that I die Verse 2 The new and improved you can't make a move or elude the feud about to be cued A soloist journed through tha mist now found assassinate the sound wit choke by the pound make my own type of home by the phone MC's reachin for my style, I'll leave alone my terminology and oddessy on the man I'll count your rap for sham and move cooler than a fan Split decision, I cut wit precision so many tried before but still couldn't get in Now it's on..no need to explain the Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Chorus Im high till I die so there's no need to lie pass that metal over to the small guy kickin inside from desire mills will be the amps on the mic will explode to feel the fire I'm lifted/up off my wig like terrific target every market/move on each one specific overload the frame but keep it all the same The Masta I.C. enters now in ya game Play me and try to get away thats a maybe be before and I will hold a 9 to ya lady I styles like a weapon/I hit the untrue don't need for me to come stalkin and lookin for you I rip through ya heart and bust through ya veins I guarantee that things will never ever be the same I kicked it on the real now I keep it on the plane The Masta I.C. enters now in ya brain Im so high... Chorus |
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