Lyrics Half a Dozen MC's - Funky DL, Messiahbolical, Pyrelli

Half a Dozen MC's

Messiahbolical
Uh, ah, I’m the illest you’ll ever know / a big deal, syllable centrefold /
with a solid gold metal coated De La Soul / pellet gun tongue, fire Ella
Fitzgerald notes / while you silicones sell a soul / bars fill like a catapult
cantaloupes / vocal chord cannibal calibre / hop aboard Hannibal’s acting up /
yeah, and the flows so breezy / face looking Jermaine Jackson greasy / and I’m
running a mock all over the beat / nobody wanna compete / nobody fucking with
we / I’m dropping more in a week than you can drop in a year / you’re falling
off of the edge, you might as well disappear / and me and DL, CL Smooth / so
when he helps me out, we help you
Pyrelli
They say «it's a cold world» so supply your own heat / I’m that fire guy
delivering pyro-techniques on a beat / damaging any MC in every area each /
blame the chip on my shoulder gripping a pole, I bury your dreams / while the
Jazzy Blackcurrent keep the scene so serene / leave stains on your screen,
I’m stepping in clean and mean with the scoop and the scope / huh',
rolling up my sleeves, flick the collar on my coat / coming live from the
streets, I holler the dollar quotes / talking bout life and trying to cope /
feeling like a successful bloke / keeping the flow so ever so dope is how I
turn fans to fiends / with G' code of conduct lyrically, scriptures written
calligraphy / I’m up in the upper echelon for the extra visibility / hanging
haters for mimickery, drown em' in my celebrity / I tap dance on your facade,
gangster choreography / consider this my policy, follow me as I topple trees /
chillin' in the comfort zone, the place you got to be
Dukus Alemay
You should stay put if you’re gonna fight me / just like Facebook,
you can only like me / so you go back on your own word / looking all dumb so
you may look like you un-liked me / way too many who hate / too many fakes need
to see the dentist, they toothache / say they move weight when they knew they
wasn’t even nowhere near the level of a true great / true say they’re confused
with delusion / at the red light not moving, snoozing / they think it’s magic,
I know it’s illusion / cos I made em' think they’re winning when they’re
losing / I’m living like the world’s gonna end tomorrow / so if you follow me
there’s gonna be sorrow / cos the path is treacherous and I won’t ever rest
til' I reach the top of Everest / so you should never test me /
Sus
I’m trying to get doe, stack til' it grows mould / big dick swinging in a room,
Trojan flow / so I go slow, still jealous ones wanna hit with a low blow /
I’mma homophobe in a room of assholes / so I stone cold stun em' on the throat,
Kimbo to the nose, face, riddled them with lumps / don’t call the Po-Po / I
act like grown folk / beat you with a belt I sent you out for / oust you
outlaws, underground to outdoors, stay in your house more / cos I ain’t inna'
that chitty chat silly crap, simple home run face kissing on a her back /
«BLAOW!!, best you behave / see me in a rave, don’t say my name / you’ve got no
heat, shit!
/ you’re more like a black man trying to sun bathe in the shade
Ricko Capito
Hey yo' Funky, drop the drums please on this dumb beat / bass will make em'
fall of the wall like Humpty / latecomers don’t need to wear no dunce C.A.P.
in the corner just get comfy / get to know me, I’m a nice brother / just like
a hot knife and the beats like butter / I move to every beat like «shut up!
«/ you’re about to die and meet your maker for touch ups / PRS will have my
bank account buffed up / the Queens heads got me sprung, I’m loved up / yeah,
I just thought that I’d share that / I breed flows when I tear tracks bareback
/ wait, my lowest level is a million / and your highest level is ten so you
ain’t near that / R.I.C.K.O.
that’s Ricko C.A.P.
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