2pac - Got My Mind Made Up lyrics

rate me

(feat. Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman)

[Verse One: Daz]

You find an MC like me who's strong

Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support

And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though

With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those

Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain

and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain

Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star

Finally realizing 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

My intention 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 with it, I'm a ride

breakin in gas with the six-eight all day

In and out with my pay

I'm soon to count the bodies...

[Verse Two: Tupac]

So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation

So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin

We must be based on nothin better than communication

Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations

Sorry I left that ass waitin

No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin

I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic

Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt

You 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 acvtivatin yo souls

You know, the way the games get controlled

Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine

Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind

Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote

Takin off my coat, clearing my throat

[Chorus: Method Man]

I got my mind made up, come on... (come on)

get in get in too [get on it]

let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night

I got my mind made up, come on...

get in get in too

let it ride... tonight's tha night

[Verse Three: Kurupt]

Well I comes through with two packs

of the bomb prophalaks for protection

So my fuckin sac won't collapse

Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays

Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave

I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's

shows my heart's as cold as the tundra

Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much

Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch

I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay

Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay

My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind

As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine

There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin

I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin

Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian

Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin

Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve

You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease

My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe

Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees

In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes

My verbal snipe, your vocab on site

I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all

So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall

Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere

The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator

I rock from here to there, to Philly and back

To LA 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

[Verse Four: Method Man]

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers

like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]

The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle

Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial

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 Magellen

Half of my Clan's three deep felons

Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel

Man I stay on point like icicles

Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical

All up in your motherfuckin mouth

Head banger boogie

Catch me on tour with Al Doogie

Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me

Better take one and pass or that's that ass

Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast

Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash

Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

[Verse Five: Redman]

Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics

Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards

Let's face it, there's no replacement

Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with

Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted

Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted

I got connects like Federal Express

to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch

Got the clear spot from tha rear block

to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not

Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop

Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot

With, this underground cannabis

I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst

Then proceeds like keys

My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's

Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake

So I erase the whole front row at the wake

I planned my escape in case jake or a 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 anecdote got you ope

Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt

And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels)

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