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letra de mech og - dj too tuff

[verse 1]
just when you thought the brother maxed
i’m chilling out smooth on another funky track
cos i got the knack, better yet the b-lls
when i hit skins i make honeys climb the walls
and it’s an everyday thing when you flow with me
a little conceited, cos i’m the s-h-i-t
coming up on the set is real simple
brothers get out of line i bust ’em like a pimple
i’m sitting in the room with my crew getting blunted
my soul starts ?kissing? and i’m saying that i want it
just before i pick up the phillies and take a puff
i catch a contact fall out and start thinking about
the evil sucker duck sucker ducks getting wicked
load up the 44 and shoot me up a bigot
tie him up throw him in a river
punks should’ve known my rougher rhymes deliver
wild like the west so i can’t be tamed
i hate billy the kid, clint eastwood and jesse james
the outlaw taking all the credit
the great bob marley didn’t do it, i shot that f-cking sheriff
put ’em in a ?? to rock the block was hot
got paid a knot ?? at the spot doing some hip-hop rolled up a spliff
i caught another contact y’all
so get naked cos i wanna bone, ho
because it’s on
[verse 2]
when people look at me they assume
that i’m a by the wack, no sense, itty bitty rap tune
clean cut, i flow with the rough stuff
so d-mn tough they ought to call me too tuff (say what!)
staying on the stage with the singers, the poppers and dreads
i bust lyricism like it was a bullet in their forehead
i make it part of the plan, a man can jam
and slam a rhyme in your face like my brother pippin
you must be tripping
thinking you can outsmart the black reaper
look at your head cos i’m gripper slipping
you know i keep a funky style going deeper
fist like a mitten, smooth like a furry kitten
you picked the right one when you picked this one
that one sucks like a vacuum, dig me
brother i’m schooling my children to stay straight
and serving competition on a d-mn hot plate
i stay in your mind like i was good s-x
at times i get complex so check your techs
all the brothers out there want to do me
they can’t and they mad cos i’m bad like hughie

[hook]
put your hands in the air if you’re down with this (x7)
put ’em up, put ’em up, put ’em up, yo
[verse 3]
check it out, mic check, 5-6, on the mix
?? north side, putting it in a overload
mech is the gold carrying a bag of chips or treats
so brother have a seat to get your head split
riff with a spliff never smoked but one time
didn’t see a third eye, rhymes still double time
i walk each and every day strapped knocker
a head bopper, hip hopper horrors, pick em north philly shocker
you never cease to amaze me
you losing in a battle getting d-cked like tracy
when will you learn getting burned from the lyricism
i’m mechanism and i’m a slave to the day that i’m out of here
peers want to steer clear
i’m like bobby brown humping around for the next year
tear sh-t up so don’t try to front
i swear to god if i did i smoke you up like a serious blunt
so what do you want and i’ll serve it to you like fish, a dish
i mean a diss, cos when i swing i never miss
a lyricist is on the tip
the bozack, i throw that, i call it the ?
styling of phrases with just a little bit of harmony
do nothing ?? just rock a funky song zee
it’s in my nature to write it, recite it, ignite it
apply it to the dome of the african chromosone so bite it
i see what you mean, you got nothing else to say
or do, ???
i waste not a second to get your black ass home
step to the realm of what we call the zone
[hook]

- dj too tuff

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