Letra de Rock The Spot

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Homeboys take time and elevate your mind
We came to rock the spot, rock the spot
Homegirls inside just let your nature rise
We came to rock the spot, rock the spot

Now Gabby got the verbal that'll get your little wifey out her girdle
In a session with me lightn' up a little herbal
Turtle shell
Chool individuals that listen to me
Word it well
Given to the rapper who is livin through, be heard and held
In a high esteem
I get you drunker than your bourbon, ale, liquor, malt, my assault learned it well
Turn the tables of time with my perception
Building staples of rhyme hear my reflections
"on a little" life I'm livin in a universe with no beginning to it
So it ain't an ending and at times I get to diggin into infinite subliminably spirited
A nigga with a clip and send it riveted from any
An indigenous stork has just touched ground
Rappers organizations get shut down
Not that I don't wanna see my brothers succeed
But rap its like a sport, I dominate, so follow my lead
I be the G-I-F-T test me hefty left's be gettin' swung
Cruise like a jet ski
Up in yo apartment and plop on your couch y'all
Undisputed heavyweight lyrical southpaw

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It's like a lime to a lemon-fat rhymes, I assemble them
At times when I'm driven they shine you remember
When divine forces within refine men & women &
I rhyme for a livin', not just for the scrilla
Man that isn't what it's all about, really now, valid clout
Bougie mc's I have arguments n' fallin' outs wit'
About what it's all about, ain't about foamin out the mouth
Like a walkin tall can of Guinness Stout
Mad dog will shine when the battle cries soundin'
Ding-ding, hit 'em like, bing-bing
Eat 'em like peking duck with no seasoning-bee sting
With yo girl dressed in a g-string she's swingin'
My way shorty and it sure looks good
I'm cookin up a batch of dopeness like a good cook should
I be the jack of trades, rappers pray
That I don't decapitate, after they cash his ass
Is at an irate rate- Great!
Grade-A, top-choice lyricism
Hey, hit me with that shell shocked rhythm
One time for the funky rhymes I say
Two times for the beat and for my DJ
It don't stop

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I say we drop it on a (one), we drop it on a (two)
We comin' out (fresh), and we do it (for you)
You know the deal with Blackalicious, we don't play
(from New York, NY) to (streets of LA) to (Puerto Rico ???)
You know we leave the party wreakin' a disaster
For the new "millie", rain like a shower
Let it seep in your pores (can you feel it, the power)
Oh lord that's ( ~scratch~ )
Rock ya from the top and to the bottom (from the bottom to the top)
(cause I grabbbed the mic) with the intent to get ill
A natural that you know who is (skilled in the field)
So slide to the side and (take it light)
And (throw your hands in the air) all night
(party people in the place...) I make 'em suffer
To the fallen mc's I'd be the (quicker picker upper)
(You're lackin' the vernacular) I'm rapping the spectacular
Attackin wack amateurs and back stabbing salamanders
Creeping while I'm peeping on 'em (party time)
Before I used to hit the meetings it was (Thunderbird wine) (used to drink the Ole)
Now I drink Calistoga, sober and I'm older
But the world is still gettin colder (hold up)
The Gift of Gab don't stop (the way I feel I have just got to rock)

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