The West Is...

2 zwrotka:

"As I blast, the last dash of my lyrical gas
I pass, a regular MC path, break them before me
How uneasy, to be the MC like B
But you know how we do this when we give U.S.C.
Or A.S.T., it's not me to speak in stutter
My lyrics break fast, like bread and butter
I utter, another style, meanwhile child I profiles
The funky-ass hip-hop makes you wanna break for the mic and freestyle
Uhh, but these styles ain't free
I feel the fatness on this track, the bass frequencies
take over me, damage ya with my freaky freaky flow
Catch wreck, check ya neck, I come clean in ya speakers bro
or sis, be you mister or miss
If you need flavor and funk in your life Sugar's what you missed
Uhh, it's not good, not Nutrasweet nor a suplement
A shot of the props, leavin suckers stuck in detriment
UHH!..."

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What's up Suga!

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