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letra de supastarr - mc.dx

ayo mic check one two, one two
ayo man right about now mc.d is in full effect y’all
representing inglewood to the fullest
ima let ya’ll know i’m the most valuable poet round here
and ya’ll know d-mn i’m still going off

verse 1

yo, wake up in the morning everything is fine
quarter to five polish my chrome nine till it shines
cause you know there’s real crime here
(24 hours to live)
all the fear that i have, i know the end is right near god, yo
my life is insane but i must maintain the fact
everybody wants to blast slugs in ya cap
but i must pull through no matter the deal
gotta keep hustling even though its real inside the battlefield
we just gotta make money the way we can
by all means necessary, but ima just read off a dictionary
hopefully one day
my ordinary lines in my songs become visionary, and legendary
gotta do it for my family
its up to me break the loop hole full of sadness, and poverty
if i don’t. what the h-ll is wrong with me?
people ask who the h-ll is he?
you don’t know? the funky fresh mc.d!
verse 2

poetically gifted my rhymes go over the lines
in the streets riff the rhyme
the world is mine!
my “the words” are mindful
my rhymes are mega trifle
the newborn valuable poet upon arrival
ima streets prophet
i’m on another mind set
i let the automatic tec blow
you be drippin sweat
set it, i said it, whoever want the smoke could get it
when i going off
oh i’m i mean i’m going at it
and make the mic split
i write rhymes every hour
bump it in my subs woofers of my eddie bauer
by now its getting a bit repetitive
a bit negative
i’m just competitive
my whole flow is primitive
that’s right m-th-ph-kkas i ain’t afraid to rap it all
i’m lyrically gifted fool, i set it off
its alright, i’m cold ride in impalas
i’m the king of all the i.n.g, a motherf-ckin superstar
hook x2
(so what the f-ck, ya’ll moving or not?)
(yes the group home is thick so all you punks hear this)
verse 3
well i’m mc.d i got chains galore
you may be a good poet but i am so much more
with my super duper bars i grab the mic and spit
gonna bump it in ya ride cause you know i’m am the sh-t
ima slaughter, you say that your strong but i am stronger
i make the mic go in flames like sodom and
gomorrah
people listen up close when i’m coming up to sing
let my chain swing on stage with my fat diamond rings
little punk emcees are quick to learn a lesson
i put a smith and wesson right in ya midsection
so stop fessing
a mad packing emcee
unloading up the clip till is empty
relax your mind and let your conscious free
when you listen to the style of the m.c david
ain’t no time to chill, doing this for the thrill
i’m gonna spit i’m ill , i’m gonna shoot to k!ll
(to k!ll, to k!ll ,to k!ll)

- mc dx

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