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Can't Stop Won't Stop
Can't Stop Won't Stop
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Alright, kick back, relax and let's hit it again While you go tell your mother, father, cousin or kin And your other friends, that don't even have a clue What this two dude crew is about to do You know it ain't fools gold this is Kryptonite Super MC's freeze when I hit the mic right E F F is my A.K.A I keep it popping like bubble double you R A P And if you don't know by now, then listen up stupid CSWS came to do it Got more flavor than you and your crew, kid So get your hands together if you're ready to lose it and Bounce to the bounce to the breakneck beat And like junior senior said to move your feet yo You bring the ruckus, I'll bring the refreshments And stay fresh to death like I'm choking on a breath mint I feel I can fly I'm on six, seven, eight, cloud nine And ain't nothin gonna stop me Cause I'm just too mighty and high Can't nobody get me down Up and away, lemme get that Touching ozone with no jetpack I'ma bag of bones full of helium Lead foot on the verse, equilibrium Raps a million, none quotidien Extraordinaire, next heir to the throne Like a rising son making rising sums Up and away with a million thumbs So self-made you'd think I was asexual Fresh biggie lemme finish my victuals (bon appetit) Yeah time for treats, better get it fast 'fore it melts in the heat I'm wrecking on the mic I'm on a mission to ruin You wanna know how it's done? Then get to doin' as I'm doin' I'ma sally forth like a stallion, raps komandant In bold font wordplay savant I feel I can fly I'm on six, seven, eight, cloud nine And ain't nothin gonna stop me Cause I'm just too mighty and high Can't nobody get me down Hey naysayers, how y'all been? It's been a minute but I'm in it to win And I ain't finished this is the starting gun And I'ma run it to the front until I'm number one son This is a rhythmic defibrillation Innovative old school to thrill the nation I been patiently waiting and building steam But I'm back with the bounce like a trampoline, Oh please I feel it bubbling up It's ten times bigger but it's never enough Ya gotta get up early or you'll miss the call So let me show all of y'all whats in my crystal ball I sized up the prize eyes on the opportunity My mind on my money and my roots in the community So get your beauty sleep creativity coma My future's so bright I'm getting melanoma I feel I can fly I'm on six, seven, eight, cloud nine And ain't nothin gonna stop me Cause I'm just too mighty and high Fresh Big, how you feelin'? (David Eff, man, I'm on top) I can't believe they're hearin' this From the rooftop of hip hop Fresh Biggie, how you feelin'? (David Eff, man, I'm on top) I can't believe they're feelin' this From the rooftop of hip hop (Can't nobody get me down)
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