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letra de command n conquer - emcee mortal

(verse 1)
the weed smoking joker has spoken
the chains have been broken, now the plans are in motion
the most devoted an the tweed coast knows this
,other rappers i hardly notice
iv smoked to much to focus on your hocus pocus
, clone sh-t. come back when
your grown b-tch
yes man i’m like gambit from x-men
everything i touch i can turn to a
bomb
the next level icon on your ipod
i’m that insane rapper from the t.w.e.e.d
yeah i make sick beats and smoke that sticky green weed
i’m tweeds best emcee yes indeed
other rappers try to step to me in hopes of a victory
but i shatter their dreams
yeah take am back to reality- easley
cause defeating me isn’t a possibility
i’ want to do to every cop what mr blonde
does in reservoir dogs, slice his
face and cut his ear off
yeah i do this for the emcees spitting that fatal sh-t
for the breakers beat
makers and turntablist
you know i’m the craziest
mortal’s the name kid. i’m oh so sl!ck as i flow so sick
you better go home quick before i go throw fist
elbows and kicks to your dome and ribs
yeah break your bones to bits
if you think so-n-so quick than you don’t know sh-t
with furious rhymes i’m savage at times
with venomous line to damage the mind
the grim manifestation born in a bad blood nation
a place the convicts got placed in.

(hook)

(verse 2)
i’m a war machine in a world torn between
good and evil give to the people
off goes the heads of the king and queens
i can be mean a sick humane, yes wicked indeed
swift with the speech when i spit on the beat. a cyanide
sergeant waving his middle finger high
at the police department
a verbal marksmen an everyone is the target
make sure your seat belts are fastened
i come with more bars than the streets of grafton
i dislike so much its like i was birthed to
hate, laugh at the murder rate
when the terminator
comes to terminate. yeah feel that earth shake in the worse way
tsunami waves and volcanoes that burst flames
the verbal stealth bomber
raps tighter than the hold on an anaconda
no one does it more proper, rapping to the sounds
of an air raid of military helicopters
king kong beats of hip-hop see me with gloves on
in the ring boxing with the charmed ones
now ding dong the witches gone
i never knew dr green thumb but i’ll take a hit from the bong
i’m insane in the brain and people are
like chill man
cause i could a write a whole story of how
i could just
k!ll a man
this guys sinister a rhyme minister prime winner
the one line finisher, your a rat but you’ll never be master splinter

- emcee mortal

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