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letra de mother may i - mother superia

[intro: mother superia]
party people in the house
you about to witness some old smooth sh-t
i got five mcs up in here ’bout to represent the south side
smooth sinister class, mello ike one
bonafide, psycho
and of course lord mecca, first up and back steppin’

[verse 1: lord mecca]
enter the red room and i’ma blow smoke through your head soon
don’t sleep ’cause i reap the benefits
’cause i smash your style to sediments, brutal hex miami residents
violence, you be regretting it when mec starts to set it
you never met a brother with such vernacular
sk!lls spectacular, i couldn’t suck if i was dracula
but don’t you try to bite and test my blood type
just because your style ain’t tight and you can’t get it right
you ain’t heard? i got a case of gonorrhea
’cause i’m gonna rearrange your style when i see ya
so keep in mind i got stamina like a stallion
you couldn’t hang if you was a medallion

[verse 2: mello ike one]
mec, he’s lost in the valley and looking for a way out
no question, i’m locking down his rap profession
that’s why you rhyme like a master
all the times a specialist, dread from this mic harasser
no sell-out, won’t change like a transformer
although i get spots hot like an informer
a swarm of rappers couldn’t lift or shift me
i’m undercover, even dogs couldn’t sniff me
i bet your b-tch be on raps or bubbles
shooting ways out of squabbles if you start giving troubles
y’all could never ever see the dynamite
signed, sealed, delivered, mello ike
[break]
(mello ike)
-loud yell-
yeah, hahahaha

[verse 3: mother superia]
my family is sick, so we roll thick
you can’t check this clique, good like hot b-tters in grits
on a sunday morning, heed the warning
we be storming, for those unaware, i’m informing
pay attention, it’s getting hot up in the kitchen
cross your jurisdiction, causing tension, causing friction
but you don’t want none of that
the bottom of the map come rough on the wax
so please chill as i reveal
six mcs on the steel, real deal, no thrills
aloud, ’cause mama says so
and what i say go, check your sh-t at the door

[verse 4]
i make rappers jump faster than they can jump to a conclusion
real deal, ain’t no illusion, you’re cruising for a bruising
choosing to die, i’m coming at you full speed
any race, color, creed, i get like roots and i “proceed”
to rock the mic, forget church, i give communion
you get no protection, even if you join a labour union
word up, i suck an mc like a titty
plus blowing sh-t up but this ain’t oklahoma city
straight to the nitty gritty, it’s a pity how your flow sound
you better act like a school speed zone and slow the f-ck down
duck down, declare snipes like i’m wesley
who the best be? you wanna find out? come and test me
[chorus: mother superia & doz funky baztardz]
(mother may i) only if you keep it high
(mother may i) for the brothers on the block
(mother may i) hey, i don’t know what to say
but i think i ought to let ya, so, yes you may
(mother may i) you got to keep your rhymes tight
(mother may i) you got to keep your rhymes right
(mother may i) yo, i don’t know what to say
but i think i ought to let ya, so, yes you may

[verse 5]
i be the n-gga with the army brigade
the paid assassin got these motherf-ckers maxin’ when the glock blastin’
we smoke blunts like white boys be eating c-nts
them n-ggas, we winning trophies like we forrest gump
so if you’re guessing, here’s a lesson from the smith & wesson
just catch your blessings and you best to wear your chest protection
don’t fight infection from these bullets when these n-ggas pull it
you should’ve listened, now your whole f-cking chest is missin’
i hear three p-ssin’, when we creep and kick your heads to sleep
it’s dark waters and, kid, this sh-t is mad deep
you wanna die ’cause you’re facin’ terror, eye to eye
i’m getting high to kiss the sky

[verse 6]
mother may i squirt from pop’s nuts as a [?]
develop nine months, burst through your v-g-n-l portal
enter a new dimension, south aid reservation
weed blazin’ ’cause i’m persecuted by satan phrasin’
my french complexion stereotypes me a horror
so i destroy lives like god did sodom and gomorrah
makin’ suckers duck when gats buck
manipulatin’ female bucks, my come up has been [?]
with no respect for authority, the majority’
are things who chill with me, rest in peace like eazy, see
my future absent black explorin’ with extortion
f-ck it, ma is having an abortion

- mother superia

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