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Ruthless Rap Assassins
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Ruthless, a man, raps, no myth Versatile Assassins, we ain't stiff Lyrics like a cyanide injection I hope you got some for your own protection Yeah we'll bait ya 'Cos we hate ya Incinerate ya Reincarnate ya Mother fuck, got there with no luck Chicken cluck cluck, who did you suck All that dancin', I'm sick of that shit It still gets used to fake another hit But this it real man, you've got to feel man I'll make you squeal, man, that's the deal mean I'm the rhythm so take your turn I'll make you dance harder for the money that you earn The crew's still climbin', I'm underminin' You ain't Resigning' so I keep rhymin' It make me sick to see you slick It may look good but not the way it should You can't see dancin' on the wax People get bored they're the facts So just back up, I won't slack up But if I crack up, I may hack up You dance so fast you'll put a hole it your feet But when it comes to rhymin' you can't ride no bear A prophet, like Nostradamus, I see the future You can't harm us The word of a psychic, you may not like it I'm sick of that shit, just listen to the hit
While we're on the stage there's no need for dancers Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We'll ask the questions, you find the answers Forget all those suckers dancin' their ass of Tryin' to be hard but the shit's too soft Daytime radio, they know where they can go Night time presenters, a big yo! They only they gave our records a play Nuff disrespect to the other DJs N.W.A. said fuck to the coppers That's what I like, not no dancin' hip hoppers Too many sellin' out, they puttin' records out Running off at the mouth, what do they talk about Dancin' and partyin', huggin' and kissin' It's all very well but there's still somethin' missin' Life is a party, that's a fallacy What we all need is a dose of reality Rhymes that will stun you or make you step back I wanna hear somebody kicking the facts We are the two who Came here to see you Rhymes yeach we've got a few Some you might listen to Let the light come thru Knowledge is overdue How can we teach ya, if we can't reach ya S A W doesn't it trouble you Many demand it, me I can't stand it I'm gettin' off I'll be back in a bit That style of music is truly the pits Give me a bear and a lyric that kicks I'm sick of that shit
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