Sire

Sire - Back To The Essence lyrics

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Yeaa, Bringing it back to the Essence (New Sound 1, 3)

Sire! Hip-Hop, Hip-hop

Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 yea

Mic check 1, 2 don't stop

Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 yea

Mic check 1, 2,

NYC Venezuela Connect

Fresh, from the step with my air gore techs

Every day I drop bombs like Mr. Funk Flex (ahh)

Killing all these rappers, Adolf

If they wanna see me tell 'em make it to the play offs (easy)

Champ in this bitch ball so hard

Get a cramp in your wrist I'd master this shit

Listen to the Sensay never fake the funk

Rappers tryin' kick it but they couldn't fake a punt

Hold up wait hurry dead Niggas man they all two face

Tryin' become rappers wit that boom boom pow

That shit is doo doo now

Bunch farm ville Niggas on your moo moo cow

Couldn't be a fucking thug with a gun in your hand

Gon be the running man when the click go bam

I jam like a tech with correct technique

I'm a God in these streets dog bless these beats, 1

Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 yea

Mic check 1, 2 don't stop

Mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 yea

Mic check 1, 2, Rewind

Blowing clouds out of my face too high

Airplanes looks at me and wave bye, birds say I'm too fly

Crash and then I land, hotter than a tan

Wavy as the sea step foot on the sand

Game in my shoes already ran

They calling me Hip-Hop's Uncle Sam

They want me in this war so I bomb 'em hard core

Sicker than a pig your just a meat head boar

Hear the scratches Rewind at it

Stay on top like a fucking attic

New Sound coming quick there aint no traffic

Rhymes will shock ya but my name aint static

Your girl love to chew, get it popping popping like mountain dew soda

Cool gon get colder

Waste money, money wasted getting sober

Flow too dirty let me brush my shoulder

Nigga Nigga Nigga how you'd figure that I'm with ha

Cause I hit her, I just did ha then I quite ha, man forget ha

If the glove don't fit you don't fuck the bitch

If it aint a magnum baby I won't fit

Shoutout to Hooch cause we do it for the promo

Homo rappers on my royal nuts

Brand new CD, Forever king

How bout you jump off my dick!

Yea what I gotta tell 'em Nigga I'm the best aint no need to sweat 'em

(Ahh)

What I gotta tell ha Nigga I'm the best aint no need to sweat 'em (yeahh)

What I gotta tell ha Nigga I'm the best aint no need to sweat 'em (ughh)

What I gotta tell ha Nigga I'm the best

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