DEAD!
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)Ha ha,mighty Aftermath
(Sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli)
Whose soul ever contest,DEAD!
In me ear Dre.You hear me now?DEAD!
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)
(Sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli)
Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong
Room for moving in,but that was on-ly mine
They will shake the hand,never really seen and only heard
They will shake the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng
Knick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a bone
Long Beach City I wreck is my zone
I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone
You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone
Fool now break for ya two
Its called the olRambo,catch ambush
I wish you wouldnt moosh like ya wanna come push
Ill dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump
Long Beach City-firmly represented
Narrator X is representor
Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor
Freeze MCs,dont ent-or
Ill take like Anne Ardens new chips in wint-or
Or since Im Sun Ill melt the metaphor
The meatphors are meltin,style is beltin
I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin
Blunt time-pull out your philly
Sip a glass of gnac,reload your nine milli
Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin
Dimes keep on flippin flippin
Dres bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
X flex lyric they cant come back
Fact:El-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shit
I boots hits,throw tantrums like Ella Fitz
Nah,the member X but youll remember X indeedy
Now remember dont contest the (?Frex?)
Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss
I burn you like Backdrafter
After that youll get nothing from me but laughter
Similar to this,HA whats the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics
Shot your punk ass like ELEC now its
Mighty Aftermath!
Once again.cant hold us back
Refuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed)
Attempts wiil be futile,its way to brutal
Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X,tellin anyone who contest
The mighty Aftermath Posse (Who?Who?)DEAD!
(Murder!) Exclamation point!
(Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)
(Blunt time) Ha
(Blunt tiiiime) Mighty Aftermath to the 9-7
(Sip a glass of gnac my friend,dontcah friend)
(Roowl,IIIIIIII dont wanna fight no more,no no,oooh)
(Blunt time,blunt time,blunt blunt,yep!)
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