I Got Music lyrics

f/ Lord Superb



[Intro: Dom PaChino (Lord Superb)]

It`s like everything I think about I jot down (That`s right!)

My week.. distorted

Yo.. come on man! (Aiyo)

Ya fuckin` wit the Terrorist now (It`s him)

Falling Down on the trizack (It`s P.R.)

`Bout to get ya back

Yo aiyo yo.. (The Wu is back.. The Arm`, the Team, yo yo)



[Dom PaChino]

It`s like everything I think about I jot down

My week distorted, combust and cause a glide sound

To say the least, my best is yet to come

Every since the tender age of young, never thought to be a vete-ran

Veteran makin` niggaz run, still trapped in the slums

Jums under my tongue, razor blade in my gums

Thought he was real but he sung

like the bitch-ass I thought he was from his first impression

He had a weed session, but he need lessons

Plus he need life, he dealin` with death

Suckin` on his last breath, like a pacifier

Thugs for hire, fake thugs expire

Tried to call me a liar, but the truth is in the cypher

Like the proof is in the Port and niggaz in the hooded

Actin` like Dwight Gooden, insane hoodlums

Domination, elected in the hoods, inaugeration

Thoughts be racin, facin` the fear like NARC`s erasin`

Stationed in an undisclosed location

Keep food for thought, plus keep the thoughts in activation (Wu!)

My eyes chinky like an Asian

Blazin` radio stations `cross the nation

Remain patient, plus ready like rotation

Poker face durin` interrogation

Know what you facin`, like a bad situation

Niggaz become erased when

the God demonstrates his skill, beyond a record deal

Checkered steel specs with icy fronts in the grill

A neckless is reckless, respect explicit next shit

Hangin` out the Coupe like ya should`ve expected it

The Terrorist, on this mic piece, I disconnected it

Hang that shit up, son!



[Interlude: Lord Superb]

Emperbalism, come on!

Yo.. get that shit together.

Get that shit together.

Aiyo aiyo.. it`s crazy

Yo yo yo.



[Lord Superb]

Jumped out the Hooptie, caked up experience

Like "Who wanna battle?" Say ya words, don`t play with Perb

Verbs is murder, emergency, words is water

Battle for ice, MC`s I will freeze ya career!

Torture, first enflamed, Rakim taught ya

Then Kane, then it was the Wu/Biggie/Nas era

Ghost the protege, who holds life, we be the

best MC`s to bring these niggaz to a close.



[Outro: Lord Superb]

Holla! We big.. aiyo.

Aiyo Dom! We back! Get my rhyme book!

I got another dart.. for the next piece

It don`t matter.. who want it? {*echoes*

They don`t make it.

Oh.. I thought so.

Wu.. Tang.. we back!



"I got the music with me.. yeeeeeah! yeeeah!" - sampled singer (x2)
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