Tame One

Tame One - Eastern Conference All Stars (Mighty Mi Air Max 95 lyrics

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(feat. Copywrite , J-Zone , Cage , Mr. Eon , Skillz)

[Tame One]

Yeah (uh) yeah (uh)

Formaldehyde sammiches

Northface gooses (ah)

South Orange Avenue producers (uh)

East Coast is the loosest

West District is ruthless (Boom Skwad nikka!)

We leave you toothless

Eastern Conference All Stars (MFC)

Ghetto stars

(Like this . . .)

The hip hop Anthony Perkins

Constantly murkin'

For certain

Excuse me

Y'all say fo' sheezy

Dawgs like me be like "WE WANT EAZY!"

Tame One be talkin' greasay

This be Tame and D Day

Burnin' more redlines than eight major freeways (vrooom)

My motto is fuck you, don't follow!

Stunts who won't swallow'll get stunt tomorrow

Oh well, I still can't tell

You actin' beat bitch, beat it

No secret, I'll murk you half weeded

My bars are like Xanaxes

Broken down the force that bring down yours

Encyclopedia Brown kick it in Co . .

[Copywrite]

In this most aggressive art form none a y'all bastards want it

'Cause I don't paint on the canvas, I slam rappers on it

Laughin' at clowns with they demos, passin' 'em out

Pass it to me, get it tossed to the trash with a smile

Bad Boy with a long barrel that's all narrow

Shyne behind bars like Jamal Barrow

You got a cast iron stomach

Let's see how strong it is when I cock this and blast iron from it

You flow sick but too slow spittin' your coldest

I'll come up with a cure before any symptoms are noticed

You tryin' to shit on me, it's a dream

I got a weigh with words like alphabet soup on a triple beam

[J-Zone]

You want a free verse, your label was a joke from the start

You want a free beat, then put a stethoscope to your heart

You want free dick, then baby go back to your ex

You want free advice, chump shave the back a ya neck

I use threats over money so DJ's don't play my jams

Internet b-boys wanna know what race I am

Black, white, or Spanish, you figure it out

Learn how to rhyme off mine and take my dick out your mouth

It's about to get ill in here so stop staring bitch

Old Maid Billionare, Christina Aguilera's pimp

UPS is hirin' so pause the trap

'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap

[Cage]

I went to my grandmother's funeral fucked up in rush

Stood over that bitch, smelled embalming fluid feindin' for dust

My baby's momma taught my daughter to ask for paper

Told her Disney World blew up so I didn't had to take her

My engineer is a dominatrix tryin' to master me

My out of body experiences got dead cops after me

How my anti-pop records get played on tv

The explanation is the same as why you hate on EC

So don't be alarmed when you see and my soundman holdin' a firearm stompin'

some bitches for a skit I'm on

If my ex try to come to a show to dumb out

I'll make the crowd beat the shit out of her before I come out

[Mr. Eon]

It's Julius Irving with word fling

Mics inverting, fuck all you stupid Earthlings

Y'all couldn't shed light if y'all were the Sun

Wipe the cum off her head and take a load off her mind

One time could never invade my paradigm

From propaganda pamphlets to the asinine

Joust with mic stands, jump over Technics

My soul got caught up in mom's ovaries

No angel on my shoulder, just two devils

Feedin' chemicals pushin' blood past legal levels

It's the accomplice who's too obnoxious to accomplish

Leavin' you rookie fucks astonished

[Skillz]

Yo, it's the G-h-o-the-s-t-writer

Conversin' with me, shit, it's like talkin' to fire

If you touch it it burns and y'all don't wanna do that

You can talk to it all day and it won't talk back

I still battle niggaz, so scrap ya plans

I ain't got to be in promotions to wrap your van

Cats two-way me all day to deliver a hit

But I ain't writin' shit down till they deliver some chips

If B.I.G. was here, he'd say I was "Dead Wrong"

'Cause I don't get on the radio and say verses that I said in the song

It's Madd Skillz muh'fucka, the VA Don

EC MC aka Shaqua

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