Brian “Big Ba**” Gardner - Got My Mind Made Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] You find an MC like me who's strong Leavin' motherf**ers aborted with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Khan though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those Who can withstand the more power I gain And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brain Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star Finally realizin' who the f** 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 on lye I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride Breakin' in gas with the '68 all day In-and-out with my pay, I'm soon to count the bodies [Verse 2: 2Pac] So mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation So you can be more familiar with the n***a you facin' We must be patient, nothin' better than communication Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations Sorry I left that a** waitin' No more procrastination, give up to fate and get that a** shakin' I'm bustin' and makin' motherf**ers panic Don't take your life for granted Put that a** in the dirt, you swear the b**h 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 activatin' your 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 f**in' rhyme I wrote Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat [Hook: Method Man] I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get into Let it ride, tonight's the night I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get into Let it ride, tonight's the night [Verse 3: Kurupt] Well I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylactics For protection so my f**in' sac won't collapse Cause nowadays, sh**'s evadin' the X-rays Sendin' young motherf**ers to an early grave I wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MC's Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherf**in' poisonous touch I'm an, MC with lyrics that's the f**in' Bombay You got ten steps before instant d**h like Bai Mei My rhymes'll leave a mark on your mind As the deadly virus spread through your head like Sand Palm There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin' I use my mental to a**a**inate a**a**in's for those askin'' Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of the k**in' Why is that? Cause smilin' faces deceive You best believe: to MC's, I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe Your whole camp's under siege and I'm Jason Voorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics My verbal snipe your vocabs on site I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall You already have an idea about the superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the 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 4: Method Man] f** you losers, while you fake jacks, I makes manoeuvres Like Hitler, stickin' up Jews with German Lugers The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan Half of my Clan's repeat felons n***as 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 motherf**in' mouth Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me Better take one and pa** or that's that a** 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 5: Redman] Lyrical gats spittin' the criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this mad underground basement sh** I'm laced with Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm spliffted Funk Doctor who, Spock, b**h, don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from the rear block To bust 'til every n***a here drop, men I fear not Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop Since your crew suit you to shift, now you claim that your gears locked Whiff this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the Bomb an*lyst Flip MC's like ki's My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case Jake wann' snake bust it I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place Confidence for you shaky-a** folks Pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked Choke off this antidote, got you ope Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt And I'm out for 9-nickel *in the background* [INS the rebel]