Conclusion in B-Flat Major, TWV 50:10

歌詞

Ahhh you don' did it now Chaos you should of put this one in the vault man They not ready They dont know whats commin man Oh we gonna drop this on them right here Ya'll aint ready for dis Ya'll aint ready for none of dis Your boy's a bad man And we invadin' the streets Make all 'em clapper rappers scurred They be droppin' the heat Shocked the world now I'm standin' alone I flip fools like them clamshell cellular phones You can't help but nod ya head to the track Fuck the watered-down rap we be takin' it back Give it to ya straight ain't no chasin' it Check ya self in the mirror ain't no facin' it 'Cause you playin' the roll and you plannin' to fold This the masterplan we got the planet on hold We all over the streets like ya favorite sneeker Breakin' up ya sound like a drive-thru speaker Everything that I be spittin' is strong After I rock fast-forward through the rest of the song We the monkey wrench that's gonna ruin ya plan And don't fuck wit John Cena I'm a bad, bad man With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man We devils rockin' ambient levels We set loose among hot tunes to instrumentals When cats got one-liners I drop several And I think it's funny you choose Who's in progress of runnin' in place We makin' rules and ya'll settle I rip rappers and take responsibility for makin' future hall of famers look third-rate Ya'll are lost for words like conversation on your worst first-date And raw beats Creep through side streets Loose leaf notepads That's where rhymes leak Punch-lines, man don't even beg I got knee-slapping tracks ya'll cruisin' ya leg You a rhyme-writer, buddy Man, that's a joke You ain't worthy of being my secretary, man that's a quote I flood tracks like cracks in boats And pussy rappers choked up wit they own rhymes in they throat With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Turn up the microphone and feed me, I'm a beast MCs and they beats is what I eat 16, I leave you in the street My rhymes are sicker than gangrene in both feet It's spreadin' up the leg and headin' for the head Your rhymes are whack your style is proof that the brain corrosion Is fuckin' with ya chosen flows I'm nice with mics my hands'll break ya nose Like Mikey Tyson fightin' in his prime one rhyme And I shake up the room one time, BOOM To da jaw, your face is a cult-type, Where all the The blood is not bein' mixed jelly on the floor My love is Compton bricks belly on the floor I rob you, you soft and you really ain't a problem I solve you, 3 57 long nose revolve you Acid in ya face, bad look dissolve you I'm a bad, bad man Yeah Check it out It's Bumpy Knuckles, baby And I want you to say hello to the bad, bad man Come on With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man With The Mic In My Hands Im A Bad Man Even in the fight Wit My Hands Im A Bad Man Livin In The Streets all my life Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man Im A Bad Man