2pac ft. Daz, Kurupt, Method Man, Redman Got my mind made up tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie. Posłuchaj MP3 i obejrzyj teledysk z Youtube oraz sprawdź chwyty.

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[Verse One: Daz]

You find an MC like me who's strong

Leaving motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support

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

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

Who can withstand, the more power I gain

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

Imagine and keep on wishing 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

breaking 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 the nigga you facing

We must be patient nothing better than communication

Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations

Sorry I left that ass waiting

No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shaking

I'm busting and making motherfuckers panic

Don't take your 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 activating your souls

You know, the way the games get controlled

you, two years ago, a friend of mine

Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind

Bear witness to the dopest fucking rhyme I wrote

Taking 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 the night

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

get in get in too

let it ride... tonight's the night


[Verse Three: Kurupt]

Well I come through with two packs

of the bomb prophalaks for protection

So my fucking sac won't collapse

Cause nowadays, 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

Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much

Rough and raw with that motherfucking poisonous touch

I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fucking bom-bay

You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei

My rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind

As the deadly vibes spread through your head like Sand Palm

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

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

Opposed to laughing, raw maniacal villian

Laughter enhances the chances of the killing

Why is that? 'cause smiling faces deceive

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

My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe

your 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 the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all

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

your already have an idea about the superior sphere

The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the 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, sticking up (Jews) with German (lugers)

The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle

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

Rarely do you see an MC out for justice

Got my gun powder and my musket — blow!!

Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen

Half of my Clan's three deep felons

Niggas 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 motherfucking 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 falling fast

Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash

Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast


[Verse Five: Redman]

Lyrical gats spitting the 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 your 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, the dogs can't fetch

Got the clear spot from the rear block

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

Hold your nose and blow out till your ears pop

Since your crew suit you to shift, now you claim that your gears locked

Whiff this underground cannabis

I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst

Flip MC's like ki's

My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LPs

Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake

So I erase the whole front row at the wake

I planned my escape in case Jake wann' snake bust it

I'm the one pushing the hearse in the first place

Confidence for you shaky-ass folks

Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked

Choke off this antidote, got you ope

Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt

And I'm out for 9-nickel 

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