Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Got My Mind Made Up, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 12.02.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Got My Mind Made Up |
| You find an MC like me who’s strong |
| Leavin motherfucker’s aborted, with no verbal support |
| And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though |
| With a bear and a snake and a panda, I’m on those |
| Who can withstand, the mo’power I gain |
| and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain |
| Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star |
| Finally realizing who the fuck we are |
| When I penetrate, it’s been withstandin, faded |
| would it be the greatest MC of all time |
| When I created rhyme for the simple fact |
| When I attack I crush your pride |
| My intention to ride, every time all night |
| I’m faced with the scars beyond this one bar |
| for me to put down my guard, I’m faced with it, I’m a ride |
| breakin in gas with the six-eight all day |
| In and out with my pay |
| I’m soon to count the bodies… |
| Verse Two: Tupac |
| So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation |
| So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin |
| We must be based on nothin better than communication |
| Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations |
| Sorry I left that ass waitin |
| No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin |
| I’m bustin and makin motherfuckers panic |
| Don’t take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt |
| You swear the bitch was planted |
| My lyrics motivate the planet |
| It’s similar to Rhythm Nation |
| but thugged out, forgive me Janet |
| Who’s in control I’m acvtivatin yo souls |
| You know, the way the games get controlled |
| Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine |
| Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind |
| Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote |
| Takin off my coat, clearing my throat |
| Chorus: Method Man |
| I got my mind made up, come on… |
| get in get in too |
| let it ride tonight’s tha night |
| I got my mind made up, come on… |
| get in get in too |
| let it ride… tonight’s tha night |
| Verse Three: Kurupt |
| Well I comes through with two packs |
| of the bomb prophalaks for protection |
| So my fuckin sac won’t collapse |
| Cause nowaday’s, shit’s evading the x-rays |
| Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave |
| I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC’s |
| shows my heart’s as cold as the tundra |
| Electryfing like thunder, I’m just too much |
| Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch |
| I’m an MC with lyrics that’s tha fuckin bom-bay |
| Ya got dissed, that’s before it’s ingest like balmay |
| My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind |
| As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine |
| There’s no escape, nah I ain’t blastin |
| I use my mental to assassinate assassin’s for those askin |
| Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian |
| Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin |
| Why is that? |
| Cuz smilin faces decieve |
| You best believe, to MC’s I’m the deadliest disease |
| My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe |
| Ya whole camp’s under seige, and I’m Jason Vorhees |
| In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes |
| My verbal snipe, your vocab on site |
| I’m out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all |
| So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall |
| Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere |
| The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator |
| I rock from here to there, to Philly and back |
| To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps |
| As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact |
| Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat |
| Verse Four: Method Man |
| Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers |
| like Hitler, stickin up wit german |
| The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle |
| Will be back after this mess-age don’t touch tha dial |
| Rarely do you see an MC out for justice |
| Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow! |
| Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen |
| Half of my Clan’s three deep felons |
| Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel |
| Man I stay on point like icicles |
| Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical |
| All up in your motherfuckin mouth |
| Head banger boogie |
| Catch me on tour with Al Doogie |
| Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me Better take one and pass or that’s that ass |
| Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast |
| Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash |
| Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast |
| Verse Five: Redman |
| Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics |
| Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards |
| Let’s face it, there’s no replacement |
| Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I’m laced with |
| Avalanche on ya whole camp when I’m splifted |
| Funk Doctor who? |
| Spock bitch don’t get it twisted |
| I got connects like Federal Express |
| to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can’t fetch |
| Got the clear spot from tha rear block |
| to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not |
| Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop |
| Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get’s lot |
| With, this underground cannabis |
| I’m dangerous like John the bomb analyst |
| Then proceeds like keys |
| My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP’s |
| Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake |
| So I erase the whole front row at the wake |
| I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it |
| I’m the one pushin the hearse in the first place |
| Confidence for you shaky ass folks |
| Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked |
| choke, off this anecdote got you ope |
| Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Coly |
| And I’m out for nine nickel |