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Got My Mind Made Up (Original Version)

2Pac, Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Redman, Method Man, Inspectah Deck

1996, İngilizce

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You find an MC like me who's strong
Leavin' motherfuckers aborted, with no verbal support
And when I command the microphone
I get deadly as Khan though
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those
Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain?
And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck yo' brain
Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star
Finally realizin' who the fuck we are
When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded
Would it be the greatest MC of all time, when I created rhyme?
For the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride
Our intentions to ride every time, all night
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride
Breakin' in gas with a .6-8 all day
In and out with my pay, assume to count the bodies
So mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation
So you can be more familiar with the nigga you facin'
We must be patient, nothin' better than communication
Known to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations
Sorry I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination
Give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'
I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic
Don't take yo' life for granted
Put that ass in the dirt, you'd swear the bitch was planted
My lyrics motivate the planet
It's similar to "Rhythm Nation", but thugged out — forgive me, Janet
Who's in control? I'm activatin' your soul
You know, the way the game's gettin' told
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine (Mine)
Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat
I got my mind made up, come on (Come on)
Get in, get into it (Get on it)
Let it ride (Get wit' it), tonight's the night (Get)
I got my mind made up, come on (One more time)
Get in, get into it (To, to)
Let it ride, tonight's the night
Well, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylac's
For protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse (Uh)
'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays
Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MC's
Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw wit' that motherfuckin' poisonous touch
I'm an, MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay
You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei (Bai Mei)
My rhymes, will leave a mark on ya mind
As the deadly virus spread through your head like Sand Palm
There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin'
I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin' (Uh)
Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain
Laughter enhances the chances of the killin'
Why is that? 'Cause smilin' faces deceive
You best believe, to MC's, I'm the deadliest disease (Disease)
My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe
Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees (Uh)
In the heat of the night, is when I defeat and ignite mics
My verbal snipe your vocab on site
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall (Yeah)
Should already have an idea about the superior sphere
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator (Equation)
I rock from here, to there, to Philly and back
To L.A. on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
Fuck you losers, while you fake jax, I makes maneuvers
Like Hitler, stickin' up *Jews* with German *Lugers*
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age, don't touch the dial (Yeah)
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket — blaooow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan
Half of my Clan's repeat felons
Niggas best protect they joints, the Nine-Nickel
Man, I stay on point like icicles
Now, who wanna test Tical?
Then tes-ticles (tes-ticle), all up in your motherfuckin' mouth (Yeah)
Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man rolled too tight, you can pull me (Huh)
Better take one and pass, or that's that ass (Huh)
Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast (Huh)
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash (Huh)
Play a game of Russian Roulette, and have a blast (Uh-huh)
Ayo, lyrical gats spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
Let's face it (Hah), there's no replacement
Taste this mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with (Uh-huh)
Avalanche on yo' whole camp when I'm splifted (Uh-huh)
Funk Doctor who? Spock, bitch! Don't get it twisted (Uh-huh)
I got connects like Federal Express
To get the fresh package of bless, the dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot, from the rear block
To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not
Hold yo' nose and blow out 'til yo' ears pop
Since yo' crew suit you to shift, now you claim that yo' gear's locked
Whiff, this underground, cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst
Flip MC's like ki's
My degrees freeze consecutively, like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit yo' fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case Jake wanna snake
Bust it! I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place
Confidence for you shaky ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked
Choke, off this antidote, got you hope
Get roast, by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt
(And I'm out for nine nickel)
I set the mic in flames, my name's INS the Rebel!
Murder one style, smash mind states to pebbles
Mental terrorist, specialist at this
Menacin' lyricist, leave crews defenseless
Hand designed landmines lick off like .9's
To paralyze everythin', ears ring like door chimes
Heads start to turn like police who pass
Here to blast, my crew rush through like tear gas
Fuck a mask, we lace the place like the marshals
Sparkle like diamonds, but harmful as car fumes
Reckless rhymes start, relentless, ruckus
And fuck up the party for you payin' motherfuckers!
Once I commence for you ladies and gents
I kick rhymes sharper than barbwire fence
The live and direct from Killah Hill Projects
Staten Island, New York, you can't help but to hawk
Lay it on you gentle, that's if you want it hostile
Sounds so underground, I write my rhymes on fossils
Tunes like this force me to get you open
Lyrically wet ya up until you're soakin'
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