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Got It Covered Lyrics - Nervous Breakdown - Fu-schnickens

Open ya eyes surprise oh my gosh 

Who that kickin that wrap he's super 

Just like cat atthough ya knew that 

The way we think is totally deranged 

Kickin shit that's strange unifying our brains 

But holy moly it's the tall guy so make way 

As I conquer my styles electrifying 

I'll shock you more than blanka 

It's factual supernatural now bust the actual 

Picture as I fix as you sink into my mixture 

Yeah my styles is deep so get ya dictionaries 

I got ya name up on the frame from the obituary 

My stylistic is futuristic also simplistic 

Pack wit protein plus more flavor than a 

Mystic juice produce a dr. like seuss 

Could it be I'm livin triple 

Fat just like the goose on ya mark set go! 

Yo let's get physical it's critical scientifical my mystical 

Style will sting ya like a poisonous bug 

While I'm crashing threw ya wall like that kool-aid jug 

Chalibde babadee yumpin yimawee yo gimme 

The mike yikes I like jimmy cricket 

Watch me kick it hops an bust shots like 

Yosemite remember me mr. I'm using these fists for fury 

Hurry up put up ya (dukes) 

It look like it's a fury kid alrught ya know it 

Yo it's the poet watch my flow 

Get quicker if ya try to rip the mic 

Yo I'm a see if it's the rooteness tooteness 

Giving you the boot and if ya riff 

Of ya gonna wanna I'm a comma shootin with 

My ray gun say some way I comes wit 

Shit to make ya dizzy when I gets busy kid 

And once it's said properly 

I believe no topping me 

No stopping me only barricades blocking me 

Cuz I'm back with back with hostyle 

Now watch I send dem niggas running for 

The bible scripts ducking bullets 

Now ya clutch ya crucifix: learned all 

My style yep from the kung fu flicks 

Wanna battle area code 666 

Cause it's the napper rapper lyrics 

Slap ya jap ya clap on clap off after I freak the clapper 

This nigga freaks it keep it on the hush 

Now peep it got curses mys so your 

Fuck it beep it you herbs you heard the style 

Yes and the words I choose to use to bruise all crews 

And kick them to curb yo! it's a pity 

Ya itty bitty we ran the city from state to state 

From pole to pole that hole kiddie committe got it covered 

Now vacate the premises I'm knockin out teeth 

So check ya dentisted my styles horrendous and tremendous 

Come wit more game than genesis 

But some say my word play can get real 

Obnoxious, the funky way I kick it, I kick it wicked 

Ya dig it! yo yo yo! we got them swaying, smokin like a stogie 

Trying to bite our style cause we're in like vogue yes! 

And we're comin wit the sheets, whole leap of techniques 

Brother way down yonder from depth's beneath 

His signs are weakening, damn no pulse! 

I think that he's dead, we're losing him 

Ahh fuck it just cover his head, we got it covered 

 

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