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letra de i’m alright (straight mix) - mop top (usa)

[verse 1]
well it’s time for me to rock and flow and let n-ggas know
whether it’s fast or slow still i shine like mop and glow
i’m toppin’ those foes plus takin’ their hoes after the shows and
that’s the way it goes and i don’t give a f-ck who knows
but still the verbal poison i strychnine, i’m quick to get mine
without the use of the nine, my mind takes off like airlines
and collect my flights, my style indicts since the nights
of the heights and invites any mc to come and test it
you’ll get verbally molested from thе buddah blessed it individual
whom lyrics are original and primе, bust off like s-m-n every time
and even if i’m sober, the ability, ill sk!ll, agility to ride the beat
live a rover out on the reins [?] style that’ll change (wow)
you be standin’ there with the same smile
think in a way to strike back like darth vader
the beat rhyme hater plus styles is played out like betamax
odd facts, my d-ck size set any tricks’ eyes
who drill from the waist out and the room [?] will be faced down
question, this is the way it has to be
the lyrically fly mastery causin’ a catastrophe
[chorus]
they say i’m out my mind so i must be out of sight (sight)
’cause when i start the rhyme, you know my style’s gotta be tight (tight)
but n-ggas wasn’t always checkin’ for me on the mic
but don’t you worry son, i’m alright (i’m alright)
they say i’m out my mind so i must be out of sight (sight)
’cause when i start the rhyme, you know my style’s gotta be tight (tight)
but n-ggas wasn’t always checkin’ for me on the mic (on the mic)
but don’t you worry son, i’m alright (i’m alright)

[verse 2]
chicken heads let the picnic begin
’cause if you attend, i eat that p-ssy like a lesbian
and i’m down with the lil’ to bump ‘n grind
especially if the bump ‘n grind’s on a fat behind
chicken heads in the tunnel get a life
you actin’ high powered when you know you livin’ trife
comin’ to the tunnel, lookin’ like you shop at pennyless
with b00boo shorts, spare decks in the mini dress
yellin’ ”motherf-ckers don’t touch me”
when you showin’ off all of your body
so tell me, what the f-ck you expect?
you look like a trap but you want some respect?
but if you thought i was an uptown big willie
your sophisticated ass’ll turn silly
in a minute then i’m all up in it
and every stroke b-tch, i’m tryna bend it
from your backside ’cause you have no pride
f-ckin’ n-ggas for they dough and they fat ride
you say i am average, f-ck a simple marriage
you’re not concerned about the knowledge in my cabbage
you female savage, i’m not about to let you get me uptight
[chorus]
i’m alright
they say i’m out my mind so i must be out of sight (sight)
’cause when i start the rhyme, you know my style’s gotta be tight (tight)
but n-ggas wasn’t always checkin’ for me on the mic (on the mic)
but don’t you worry son, i’m alright (i’m alright)
they say i’m out my mind so i must be out of sight (sight)
’cause when i start the rhyme, you know my style’s gotta be tight (tight)
but n-ggas wasn’t always checkin’ for me on the mic (on the mic)
but don’t you worry son, i’m alright (i’m alright)

[verse 3]
i’m sayin’ glory hallelujah at the buddha, bring it you ya
i drop more sh-t in my flow than roto-rooter in the sewer
yeah, [?] of clowns claim they down with that mop top sound
but didn’t come around when they got found
they got recordin’ deals and signs on the dotted line
now they sportin’ reels and ain’t got a lotta time
claim they down with ya and then forget you with the quickness
say ”we gonna do this and that” and then they put you on the sh-tlist
forget from this, it’s not a sin but when you’re friend
you’re supposed to be there through thick and thin but then again
you know you can’t a trust a soul in this game
’cause they all roll the same, it’s all about money and fame, sh-t is lame
’cause my name and fame came before
when a n-gga kept it raw on the dance floor for sure
but now lyrical sk!ll pays the bills, bringin’ thrills
keepin’ b-tches on the deals but on the real, i still chill
and think back to when i used to have to fight for the right
to bless the mic and mock ya all night but now it’s all alright
because my fate is predestined so when i’m in the session
do i tear the frame out the mic? no question
[chorus]
they say i’m out my mind so i must be out of sight (sight)
’cause when i start the rhyme, you know my style’s gotta be tight (tight)
but n-ggas wasn’t always checkin’ for me on the mic
but don’t you worry son, i’m alright (i’m alright)
they say i’m out my mind so i must be out of sight (sight)
’cause when i start the rhyme, you know my style’s gotta be tight (tight)
but n-ggas wasn’t always checkin’ for me on the mic (on the mic)
but don’t you worry son, i’m alright (i’m alright)

- mop top usa

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