| My shit is thick like a wooly headed black Jesus
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| I was born to win skills like my nappy stuff
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| But when I gots my nappy stuff I got a flake or two
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| These irritatin flakes, I wipe them out the whole crew
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| Shinin through like the coconut, all on my scalp
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| Hey these irritatin flakes act like locks cause they dread
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| When I flex my nappy stuff, there’s no whack jheri curl juice
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| In other words, a weak raps I never can produce
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| So cut them jheri curl raps, and try again naps
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| In skilled hard work, professor needs wax
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| Cause I got as many locks as the skins I busted
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| Extensions get dissed cause they can’t be trusted
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| But I love it when they blow it feels good to my head
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| It’s about the same length but two inches thicker
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| Like a dread from my bobbin head I swing back and forth
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| Suckers on me like my locks, they stuck to what sauce?
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| Locked what? |
| (Lock lock it up now)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| Locked what? |
| (Lock lock it up now)
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| As my dreadlock twist like a fist I got the punch
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| Givin knots like my locks, I roll 'em up like blunts
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| Twirled in the riddle, just bring the comprehension
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| I kick that real shit, not the whack extensions
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| Pay attention did I mention, descended from Egyptian
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| Relaxed her then I waxed her, gave the girl kiniption
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| Fits, misfit, when you use that curly shit
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| I’m connected to the source, so I can make the hits
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| Like fuck it, I’m gettin, the ducats by the buckets
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| My naps are God given, so yo I can’t destruct 'em
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| With the lye, no lie, so I bust the hemp
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| If Jheri wanna step, I slam him like Kemp
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| With the supersonic boom, we got the dreads in the room
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| With the actual, the factual, the self-manufactural
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| Diggin up the whack synthetic, pathetic
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| Hardcore to the roots, so I keep my nappy dreadded
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| Locked what? |
| (Lock lock it up now)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| MC’s dread my skills (but I got 'em locked up)
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| Locked what? |
| (Lock lock it up now)
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| I shoot them rocks like locks, I got you dreadded plus beheaded
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| Every verse disperse this metaphor that be embedded
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| In your cranium, MC’s I’m slayin
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| They get licked and clipped like barbershops so just be fadin
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| Now barby master, rhyme styles get boasted
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| Hesitation, just wait a second, for those rappers
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| Who couldn’t guess my combination, cause I got 'em locked
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| Hooked cause I twist metaphors in knots and kinks
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| You’re not seein what you think, it’s actual
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| Just like my nappy skull, my skills are nat-u-ral
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| For me to lose you with the style I kick
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| I got these suckers locked up (locked what?) ON MY DICK!
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| (Lock it up now!)
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| (Lock it up now!)
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| Lock what? |
| (Lock it up now!)
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| Lock what? |
| (Lock lock it up now!)
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| Lock what? |
| (Lock it up now!)
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| Lock what? |
| (Lock it up now!)
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| Lock what? |
| (Lock it up now!)
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| Lock what? |
| (Lock it up now!)
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| Lock what?! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lock It Up, artist - Channel Live. Album song Station Identification, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп