Lyrics

Guess who this is Big Virt Slam to the real All my life I've talked like this but I guess I'm just too honest Cause it's, so hard to speak your mind When half of the people clocking don't know how to keep the time Yo Bringing the kick smash stinging the sticks the Virtuoso Your bird wants to step so beware like Coco Oh no, he did it flip it the meticulous Rhytmic precision of a metrinome mechanism Is it him? Why yes in the flesh it's Miguel-ito can I speak so fresh Through techniques hypodermic needles filled with antidote Neccisary precautionary measures for my cancer quotes Grammar slow, fiery the burned sun Oxygen tank numb box cutter shank tongue Rolled over Moses, soldiers in the bulldozer choke Gods high rollers smoke lah from Angola That's been dusted with Ebola Strike frames like world champ bowlers So fly they call me air traffic controller The leader of a team of tigers like mac notes I patch most and my backstrokes will slap folks Don't discriminate between Muslims and Christians I speak to those who listen, spit in repetition So it sticks in your mind like a thorn in your side We been born and divide goin to war over pride Now were gonna decide wether to hold a grudge Put the gun to the side it's better to show some love And roll some bud and get high as a kite If god take me now it's aite, I wanna die on the mic It's like All my life I've talked like this but I guess I'm just too honest Cause it's, so hard to speak your mind When half of the people clocking don't know how to keep the time The most integral parts of our community are usually number two or three On our list of priorites, who's the minority who's majority And what senority accepts somebody sayin all for me In this american dream it becomes more apparent the scheme Is that the rich will inherit the cream We need to integrate, interracially interface Cross inseminate summer and winter makes a splinter hate I'm into safe livin, and if it means giving up people thinking I'm hard Well that's okay I hate prison In rap I'm the best there is, I ain't [? ] Or half as fresh as this so give me your cash and Lexus's Guess who this is Big Virt My strikes are fatale Guess who this is Big Virt Slam to the real All my life I've talked like this but I guess I'm just too honest Cause it's, so hard to speak your mind When half of the people clocking don't know how to keep the time The Archbishop pass me the bread spark this bitch up Hit them dark sisters with rhythm there hearts switch up To match the pitch up so get up outta your seat My fat grammar, jackhammer powder the streets It's Virtuoso the most cunning linguist I practice my raps while I'm performing cunnulingus Rappers say they let more shells fly than beetles Then in the same verse complain about they dying people Now son you ain't got nothing to prove And they just bucking at you cause they got nothing to lose The true lesson, we need to stop stressin Who's the hardest, walk away see another day stay modest Lay with ya godess, get weeded up and seated up Time for creation no more destruction I've seen enough Virtuoso's on a global change mission To get the opressed switched to the best social positions We puff a double dutch, pass and skip past ya'll like double dutch Chill and let the deep thoughts bubble up All my life I've talked like this but I guess I'm just too honest Cause it's, so hard to speak your mind When half of the people clocking don't know how to keep the time Guess who this is Big Virt My strikes are fatale Guess who this is Big Virt Slam to the real All my life I've talked like this but I guess I'm just too honest Cause it's, so hard to speak your mind When half of the people clocking don't know how to keep the time Guess who this is Big Virt My strikes are fatale Guess who this is Big Virt Slam to the real
Writer(s): Miguel Blackmer-hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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