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Let me get into it; verbal
ventriloquist in the mix
Equipped to spit ridiculous scriptures at long distances
This song isn't just an attempt to get on;
This is a beat I was meant to spit on...
[Hook]
We came to rock the spot.
Y'all can't stop us - watch.
We risin' to the top;
I just cant get enough.
We came to rock the spot.
Y'all can't stop us - watch.
We risin' to the top;
I just cant get enough.
[Verse 1]
Check the method I conduct myself;
Keep all my punches above the belt.
You fallin' off? Dawg, I'd love to help
But every time I step close it's like, "What's that smell?"
Flippin' and rippin' a lyrical vocal style you rappers never heard.
Come and step on the drum; the breath of my lungs leave you hung on every word.
It never occurred to you that I'm a dude that'll be movin' through
With popular views to dispute, confusin' dudes like Rubik's Cube.
Ooh... yeah, who's that dude?
Hard to break like a cuticle.
Hidin' out in a cubicle with suitable romaine noodle food.
Too true to lose through whatever method
You choose to use - I'll never lose to you.
Cruise through with tools to make the floozies swoon.
From the womb to the tomb; light the fuse, then boom!
Don't get this confused with what you used to, fool!
'Cause I'm never to be incredibly week. Steppin' on feet when I rep' in the street;
Severin' beef and, evidently, I'm kept as a secret - never to speak.
Never defeated whenever I competed.
Complete it - put the women and children and killers on they feet. It's
J.Did the Kid; I'm just that guy!
I'm not a rapper; I just bust a lot.
Buck a shot. When I'm thinkin' and diggin' in my mind I come with a rhyme that's hot.
That's something Divine and it's hard to find like a street sign on your block.*
[Hook]
We came to rock the spot.
Y'all can't stop us - watch.
We risin' to the top;
I just cant get enough.
We came to rock the spot.
Y'all can't stop us - watch.
We risin' to the top;
I just cant get enough.
©
legal alias of J.Did the Kid 2006
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