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My beats are slammin...
Verse One:
My beats are slammin from the rugged programming My man Bob Marley hey my man I`m Jammin You could never touch the stamina, while I`m rammin the hip-hop crowd makes me rrrah rrrah rrrah Other MC`s got flipped with the ease Beggin me for burnt cigar, stop the music please No, cause I`m a PRO, rap to the conVO Make a crowd say HOE, at a strip SHOW Represent, my name is Ason, keep calm Rhyme`s too smoky, funky like a stink bomb Boom!Blowin up niggaz better than pullin the trigger So you betta run for covah! Niggaz better loosen they ass, felt the glass A forty ounce bottle, yo yo yo yo money yo pass! Woooh-woooh-woooh!I sweat it live MC gonna live God?No, the nigga die The max-imum of MC`s are populating The min-imum of those MC`s are dominating Now all and together now, to what what who? Rhymes come stinky like a girl`s poo-poo
Chorus:
Hippa to da hoppa and you just don`t stoppa (2x)
Verse Two:
Ahh shit, here I go once again Rhymes get shitty from the time that I spend I come old like toe fungus mold Ask my grand-pop pop duke gave my soul Then I came with that old Al Green shit Saaa-die, taught me the ballisitc I get you blurry in your eye with a high note down, to the Brownsville, oops you got smoked The shit I`m droppin is stinkin up your area When I shoot it through like a messanger carrier I keep my breath smellin like shit so I can get FUNKY, baby I`m not havin it
Chorus 2X
Help master! *battle ensues* Dragon-fist! Horse-fist! Bastard, I didn`t know who you were