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'Cause I know I'm rockin' and the homeboys are flockin'
While the fly girls are flockin' all around the place
It seems so well-conceived, it's the rhyme I perfected
It will hold you and hug you like a warm embrace
So if you think you're feelin' like you can touch the ceiling
Come on, throw those hands high up in the air and scream
Come on, come on and scream
'Cause I'm the almighty, stick around, you'll see
The master of the classics run the M-I-C
The great, no mistake, people try to imitate
My style worthwhile like a file in a pile
Yes, filled with news, help give includes
On how to rock the house on the world mic crews
So with the street devastation and my calculation
Like one and one is two, a simple equation
You know I am the best from the style I possess
And can never take a rest to keep it all suppressed
What's the matter? Buzz the batter like a logo on a letter
Not a dreamer, can't pretend 'cause I'm the real go-getter
Go straight after fly girls and laugh
'Cause some will say why I play is because I act a fool
Ladies, yes, you ladies
You know, you know you drive me crazy
'Cause I know I'm rockin' and the homeboys are flockin'
While the fly girls are flockin' all around the place
It seems so well-conceived, it's the rhyme I perfected
It will hold you and hug you like a warm embrace
So if you think you're feelin' like you can touch the ceiling
Come on, throw those hands high up in the air and scream
Come on, come on and scream
(Man, try to rock the beat)
To all the ladies out there, yes, have no fear
'Cause me, the rhyme master, is finally here
The night you touch upon the song, you see sophistication
We don't use wine so there's no complication
You just treat me with the TLC
Then you'll have me, baby doll, for eternity
Because I am a good jock, but I make you smile
And if you're not careful, you'll have my child
But I'll tell you this, I can't resist
And even if you say no, I will persist
I said to reach that goal to massage your soul
To touch that pole that's ever so cold
To own your mouth, mind, and your lips too
And make you do whatever I want you to
Because power's my game and to raise my name
And makin' girls tame is my claim to fame
But see, it's somethin' to do, it's a game to screw
A hobby as you know it, but you don't need glue
All you need is the me, the T-double-E
The devastating brother that's true MC
'Cause I know I'm rockin' and the homeboys are flockin'
While the fly girls are flockin' all around the place
It seems so well-conceived, it's the rhyme I perfected
It will hold you and hug you like a warm embrace
So if you think you're feelin' like you can touch the ceiling
Come on, throw those hands high up in the air and scream
Come on, come on and scream
(Man, try to rock the beat)



Autor(en): Kirk Kurtis Khaleel Copyright: Songs Of Poci



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