Mr. Groove

Lyrics

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This is legendary shit in the making
Not that falsification that you partake in
Not them woof tickets supplied by cowards in the dark
Got different hammers in my tool box and boy they spark
Watch me embark on this fantastic voyage
Where my history is larger than life memories flamboyant
Nigga I been anointed ever since birth
Ever since my feet touched down on earth, I put in work
Conduct this séance with my literary chaos
Waving this Tech hollow tips are dangerous liaison’s
I built this brick by brick like a mason
Kept my eye upon the prize you niggaz blind to the equation
Raise hell like Darryl Mac run shit like Joey
I create vivid images in motion like Sony
And I learned early on do my dirt all by my lonely
With no witnesses there’s no testimony (For real)

Top back on the coupe bout to blaze
Lost though reminiscing bout my younger days
Always on the grind speeding in the fast lane
I did it all my way won’t never change
I get it how I live and live it how I get it
Puffing cubano leafs sipping on something vintage
I get it how I live and live it how I get it
No boundaries to constrain I push it to the limit

I navigate the Knight Rider sitting in a custom cock pit
Aphrodite making my cock spit
God Zeus reign over the fellowship, with heavy metal shit
Got queens, bishops and pawns squared up to settle shit
The highest title and the mass worship the idol
Move in mass with the intent to kill the game, genocidal
Hit for the cycle, raise my average to lead the league
I stay so far ahead of you niggaz never fatigue
I run the game never perspire I barely breathe hard
So you should never bear false witness when praising the god
Cuhz I can be merciful or I can show you my wrath
Return u from whence you came dirt to dirt and ash to ash
I been balling been perfected my form
Focused my internal energy now it's the perfect storm
Mastered every level of the game I'ze da champion
I'ze da realist of the real sit down you peons begone
I'm tired of the masquerade I'm here to set it straight
Shed the light upon that Moulin Rouge shit you create
Expose ya open the closet give the world a composite
I'm Iceberg Slim you hoes is outta pocket (Come here bitch)

Top back on the coupe bout to blaze
Lost though reminiscing bout my younger days
Always on the grind speeding in the fast lane
I did it all my way won’t never change
I get it how I live and live it how I get it
Puffing cubano leafs sipping on something vintage
I get it how I live and live it how I get it
No boundaries to constrain I push it to the limit

I been official been given niggas they issue
It's beneficial for you to find your own and just stick to
Cuhz I'm murkin shit on general purposes
My piece stay disturbing shit they flag half at mast silent observances
That's word to mother I smother you Niggas suffer
The consequences of all that slick shit that you utter
Decisions decisions why would you risk it
Know'n I wouldn't miss it
Conjure shit like a mystic get serial and sadistic
Turn tuff guys to statistics and hash tags
I am a symbol of success you are just ass (I meant that)
So many styles so many styles got so much flavor
I'm taking all bets so hurry up and place your wager
Cuhz I confess to putting fathers inside the box
When all six chambers on the revolver start to spitting out
When the magazine on the AR is fully spent
I'll make the sign of the cross then ask for my forgiveness (hail Mary full of grace)
Stay on my pivot cuhz the block is my business
No days off for the king play the schedule as written
Release this gas on you people like Assad when I'm tripping
Pray for ya then piss on ya grave now that's a contradiction