| One-two one-two
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| I said ah-one-two one-two
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| Right about now is the time
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| I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh)
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| Goddamn it he did it again, didn’t he?
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| Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock
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| So it’s time to get the cheese, y’all be rhymin like yo please
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| I got that second vowel flow, I’m rhymin with the ease
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| You never see me on lists inside these magazines
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| But I’m +The Source+ of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz
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| In my +XXL+ shirt, lion over my jeans
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| It’s like I’m fightin in Europe, I’m fire overseas!
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| Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees
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| I’m «nevaeh» in reverse, paradise in the P’s
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| I’m Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks
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| Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch
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| Who wan' be rap lunch? |
| Me make your snack chump
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| Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump!
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| Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball
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| If I swing in your direction I’ll level you all like a measured wall
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| The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
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| Down came the rain and washed the spider out
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| I’m the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill
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| To fetch a pail of water, I took Jack’s crown and pushed him down
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| I manslaughter all around the damn border
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| Optimus in his +Prime+, a fuckin Transformer!
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| Walk in any club I’m the subject of camcorders
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| So I’m slidin out the back e’ry night with a man’s daughter
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| Puttin my you-know-what, you know where
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| No not down there, in between both ears
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| Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there
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| What the fuck you expect? |
| I fuck necks 'til they throat tears
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| Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle
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| Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble
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| I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack
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| Few years later I put them same drugs on the track
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| Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can’t toca
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| So listen close chocha, Cllate La Boca
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| Twinkle twinkle little star
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| How I wonder what you are
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| Goddamn I’m the man, Mary had a little lamb
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| Whose fleece was white as snow
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| I skinned him and rocked that lil' nigga to my show
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| I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I’mma milk 'em for this dough
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| I’m a pilgrim with the hoes — I could rock a Plymouth Sundance
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| In dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job
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| No prob, they go home I go. |
| hard
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| And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart
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| John Rambo got ammo for whole squads
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| I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars
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| I’m high and won’t fall like a dope nod
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| I’m outta here, every rhyme’s a postdated postcard
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| Don’t mention my name, just keep playin yo' part
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| Cause I got a Gang of Wolves, Amadeus Mozart’s
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| I don’t smile, ain’t gon' set it
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| See you in the hospital spellin' YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics
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| Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O
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| And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow
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| Y’all can’t fuck with Joell
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| That nigga’s nice
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| Y’all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand
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| Haha, the little kids, hehe |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nursery Rhyme , by - Joell Ortiz. Song from the album Free Agent, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп