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letra de the introduction - soul intent

[wip: work in progress]

[intro: m&m]
you know what?
i woke up this morning and i said
i wanna kick a funky rhyme
and listen, this is what happened

[verse 1: m&m]
the introduction
it’s gotta be kinda funky because suckas are suckin’ so bad i feel suctioned
so then i have to grab the mic and show that i am, a fly man
and then i bust
a funky dope lyric to the crowd
everytime you hear it when it’s loud
i just get proud
of my self, because i acknowledge myself
when i grab the mic, you know try to better myself
and get better at freestyle, that’s why i’m serious
everytime i grab the mic, i’ve never seen me smile
i don’t never see me smile, cause either way i
look in the mirror, you know that m&m is [?]
[?] is not a word, but that’s alright
look it up in your dictionary, you’ll never find it, right?
so listen to the lyrics that i display, when i dismay
sucka’ mcs, you know this way
i can step up and get unrealistically graphic, when i reek havoc
i stop traffic ‘cuz i have the voice
and you know that i am, the people’s choice
when i bust a funky lyric you will say that
m&m is one of the funkiest mcs out today
and that’s true, because i am
i’m am [?]
when i step in the jam, i slam
like bamm-bamm rubble
and when i grab the mic, you know that you’re automatically in trouble
like a girl who just got [braces?]
but i save that for another segment
anyways, listen to the rhymes as i display the styles of many days
that have passed, in the past, when i kick lots of ass
but now i sit back and count lots of cash
because my sh-ts finally on vinyl and then i have to charge like a rhino
‘cuz i’m like an albino, so listen to the lyrics and that rhyme is final
it’s pressed the wax, when i grab the mic
you know that i dress to tax, and then i bless the facts
i bless the facts everytime i grab the mic, i kick a dope medley
and m&m will be, rhyming ever so cleverly
everytime i grab the mic and kick a melody
you know that i got the flavor, so run and tell a neighbour
that m&m is kickin’ again, with another dope rhyme
yeah, girls, they know their time
that’s why they constantly breathe
and they can’t believe that m&m has the goal that he’s achieving
so listen to me, while i step up to the rhyme
you can’t outdo me, because you ain’t truly
a hype hippest hipologist when i grab the mic
you know that m&m is like a psychiatrist
because i shrink your bank
you think the pain is hard
but i grab the mic and put you six feet under in a graveyard
it’s kinda brave when sucka mcs step up to the rhyme
you know, but they never catch up
because they’re sleepin’ to long
i said wake up, it’s time to make a new style ’cause you take

- soul intent

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