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Junior M.A.F.I.A. - "Lyrical Wizardry"
Lyrics to Lyrical Wizardry : [Kleptomaniac] Lyrical wizardry dances on MCs like Murray on SCs Never flaunt, now motherfuckers come test me Burnin everybody hotter than torches at Jamaican parties Far from angels, niggas cant see me like Charlie Style weak' Hardly! Dont let the wacked persue you like Marley JM clique moves in packs like whities on Harleys Niggas get injured, fucked do in 40 fingers Got bitches by bike bar bussin Glocks off a niggas Klep dont give three shits to flip scripts Miss bullets from clips, leave niggas rollin up skateboards wit nuttin under they hips, bitch, so if you test me shit gets messy, bustin .38 speci outta paper bags like Joe Pesci Yo, you know the tune Make sure bitches dont eat when its time to shit out them coke balloons Balked up the ninja when it got shady, now I got grown ladies bustin .380s outta E Class Mercedes (Hurry the fuck up bitchm, get on!) (Fuck you motherfucker let me out this L) (There they go right there, dot them niggas) (Motherfuckers!! *gun shots*) MCs get cut like glass, cut like glass Rag tagged and crash, hemp bags, come save dat ass Who wanna get broke the fuck up' Tell me! Freakin vocabulary like Chinese and spelling bees T-P-E-L-K held to reflect a device-es The nicest, Jesus Christ-es Junior Mafioso, niggas get torn off head to torso Bullets evacuated out windows From Hekkyl and Coch, P7 inmates Extra .380 on a string round my neck cos feds check the waist No time to waste, grab the loot and escape before next break Heads are clockin, private eyes are watchin Nigga caught up in the hustle Fuck flippin packages and tyin up, minx and rings I bubble Troubles what I look for in stores on expensive floors Beeling boots is essence, bookin Pelles in my drawers Armani, Gianni Versace, V2 lost count o all the little sections me and mans ran thru It aint hard to discard cans of mace on guards leave them bitch ass niggas screamin like a fuckin retard Lyrically I come off like ink alarms Got styles under the wing like spread is booked under my arms Niggas couldnt see me with closed circuit TV tryin to peep my steez, like DTs I get over like Im fifteen (Hey, youre not fifteen) Im fifteen, what' (What do you think we are' Assholes or somethin') Fuck you! Soundin like that nigga from Night Court Loose my cuffs Im outta here! MCs be fake like toupes so I transplant Implant my fist to their face makin their skin red Soundwaves disrupted, they fucked, kid Airholes bloody rupted but that aint nuttin The best is yet to come MCs get strung like heads on drums They dont be knowin what Im knowin Flowin like Im flowin Makin motherfuckers take nose dives like 747 Boeings Obnoxious beefs squashes face-to-face Niggas get wet up like Alashas on Kleps place Thru the hard time sayin prayers committin crimes Sick minds dont care, rockin parties from front to rear Brains engulfed by ferocious ''' runnin up on Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms Livin in a world where you do what you must If preachers be robbin niggas who the fuck can you trust' [ Lyrical Wizardry Lyrics ]
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