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letra de the watcher aka real rap. - alvin thornton

[intro: alvin th-rnton, the other guy]
it’s like monkey turns up in a frogs ass
my turn [?]
where’ the microphone (he’s good, he can rap, he’s really great)
it’s my turn
get out of here
we have a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight
yeah
but i gotta let y’all know one thing

[verse 1: alvin th-rnton]
now it’s the unmastered fidget that you all steady watching
just like time i be the one that’s never stopping
i got you laying low like [?]
even before i know that i had aftermath
clear the path
because i beat the bush ho
breaking all laws
covering all flow
i come real in the flesh like death in old age
got you putting stunt doubles on the microphone cuz you’re afraid
looking at you
looking at me
wishing that you could be on the microphone getting publicity
you’re a stand off mc
cause when the mic is hot you standing in the corner looking timidly
i run thru you like phone books
got you with blank looks
like songs with no hooks
the microphone, don’t even grab it
cause i turn dyslexic and rip rhymes on you b-st-rds
[verse 2: the other guy]
rhyme vigilante
smash heat
who thinking he hard enough to try and rap with we
i take a beat break, give it some shake
turn it to a doomsday victory parade
[reversed] industry save
the beats too slow i can’t dance to it
yo i can flow fluid and get her wet
what you hearing is the verbal version of a pyrotechnic set
so fly that my lines is set in the lip of you trout mouth mcs
not even boos ammo can sweat me
only understand that line if you heard the supa freak lp
the don do the super beats
y-b-a fillet to cut you super fish mcs
you can call me vomit i bring you to your knees
2001 still watching you watching me

[bridge: alvin th-rnton, the other guy]
i deserve to be on the mic
you k!lled my father
i deserve to be on the mic
you b-st-rd
get out of here man
n0body can defeat our style so why don’t you just die slowly
[verse 3: alvin th-rnton]
i’m running with speed just like a thoroughbred horse
i’m the reason that you and yo wife got that divorce
i’m the coffee recliner at the bottom of the stair
you the dirty ass in the backyard lawn chair
i’m the quicker picker upper
you reek like toilet tissue
cause your lady calling me boo
disrespectful like no ketchup with my fries
you never win, you always throw the snake eyes
stepping to me is like a live hand grenade
that’s like you racing a mac truck, rolling roller blades (what?)
you better check your fitted cap cause your head starting to sweat
stick to telling bedtime stories before 12

[verse 4: the other guy]
i’m still going
the liquor it keep me quoting
like a bad water pump, my engine overloading
with the heat that fry at 260 degrees
you should beat it like a nympho who can’t meet her needs
slaughter your stock like mad cow disease
when i holler its like a collar that k!lls the flies
ill is me
you need to combine polio, multiple sclerosis and hiv
and then i seem
hot and in charge
obese like my style is minute large
might spill some bits but can’t drill the sarge
call you [reversed] like an escort service card
[outro: alvin th-rnton, the other guy]
yeah
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god

- alvin thornton

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