Lyrics

K-I-N-G get right like wrong lefts These chicks with long necks get right for long checks But I don't indulge, mouthpiece be DEC made At will, I'll have her searching the shade for sun rays If you believe in Hip Hop believe in me I came so you'll have it more abundantly I'm back now, that crack flow to bump in the 'lac now The reason a lot of rappers choose to spit in the background 100% real I refuse to tone down Slice through the hate like hat attacks from Kung Lao The crowd goes wild as I react like gun, POW Like three of clubs, tenth book, slapping the card down I've been through enough to tell you a lot of stories But I'm picky about what you know about me Because what you know about me could be my downfall Whether life in prison or six feet under brown soil So I'ma continue to hit tracks like Ginsu And spit my best shit for Folks, Bloods & Crips too Even these chicks too, lyrics that grip you Make you change your mindset and how people depict you Its the incredible, skills is impeccable Lone Decatur wrecking crew I'm ready to electrocute Any stray attribute of adversary revenue I'm confiscating capital like Internal Revenue Service on a platter, I'll ratta-tatta your brain matter Leave you slain, shattered, beaten, bruised, and battered Now you can cruise the ladder, or we can prove the latter Just cease the chit chatter and respect my banner, The Incredible For Ever Dirty South clique tight like micros Or dance moves caught on tape by Michael Jackson, complex like integer fractions Devoted to my job like America's captain Actually, I get like Darkwing and duck those Truckloads of hater-ade and tuck, roll Like Mercedes, my style be voluptuous A busload of ridiculous Superb verbal prowess, break you down to the lowest Look in the camera and holler who's next It's the microphone "bear-rilla", beat driller Firm verb spitter, territorial thriller If a nigga wanna come test the nuts He'll get crushed to a hush like a pimp do sluts You wanna see me tough, let the claymore touch I guarantee rough stuff without the afro-puffs The Incredible, Dekalb county adaptable If animosity is plentiful I'm incident compatible If he be a radical, I'm pulling out the stops Put my foot off in your chops and make your pulse rate stop Its the incredible, skills is impeccable Lone Decatur wrecking crew I'm ready to electrocute Any stray attribute of adversary revenue I'm confiscating capital like Internal Revenue Service on a platter, I'll ratta-tatta your brain matter Leave you slain, shattered, beaten, bruised, and battered Now you can cruise the ladder, or we can prove the latter Just cease the chit chatter and respect my banner, The Incredible Well equipped verbalist, ride smooth through turbulence Check moves with vigilance, ride through any residence My style is evident, heaven-sent lyricist Built-up with elegance, defeating all negligence Excellence is imminent, majestic extravagance Definite eclectic, spit rhymes electric You surrendered your skill, I took mine and flexed it You lost to your opponent, I shook mine and checked it Let me introduce Mystyc, take your exit The beat got froggy so I jumped up and decked it Spellbound vocalist took rap and hexed it More bars than AT&T, check the message The potency of ignorance is at the peak of arrogance To the point where peasants start to crave golden chariots So I'm gon' keep spitting 'til I leave lames carious Post up with hip hop at the alter and marry it Its the incredible, skills is impeccable Lone Decatur wrecking crew I'm ready to electrocute Any stray attribute of adversary revenue I'm confiscating capital like Internal Revenue Service on a platter, I'll ratta-tatta your brain matter Leave you slain, shattered, beaten, bruised, and battered Now you can cruise the ladder, or we can prove the latter Just cease the chit chatter and respect my banner, The Incredible Its the incredible, skills is impeccable Lone Decatur wrecking crew I'm ready to electrocute Any stray attribute of adversary revenue I'm confiscating capital like Internal Revenue Service on a platter, I'll ratta-tatta your brain matter Leave you slain, shattered, beaten, bruised, and battered Now you can cruise the ladder, or we can prove the latter Just cease the chit chatter and respect my banner, The Incredible
Writer(s): Carlos Martinez Guillamon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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