Mr. Mecca - Shut Up And Rhyme lyrics

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Mr. Mecca - Shut Up And Rhyme lyrics

[Intro] D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N Rip sh** apart from the start til the show end D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N D-O-M-I-N-I-O-N Rip sh** apart when it drop Mecca go in! [Verse 1 - Mr. Mecca] Now I can either talk about me or rap about you Now which outta the two are you thinking I'd rather do But you'd rather grab the mic knowing you had to lose Like Mecc gonna be aight with them bad attitudes Who's mad at it? I am! Smack hands “bad f*ggot!” Sure shot Glocks don't send pen-knives to take a stab at it That kinda bad habit leave ya man battered Make your first move, I'll cause your last panic You stay a** Gay mans garbage and you straight trash Skip a priest. I'm giving my inner demon a day pa** It's the beast, chewin up imaginary Maybach's Split the lease?? You ain't payin sh** off with play cash Ya girls smile say she don't buy you fly as I is But I smashed before so ignore her strong bias Want us to say ya hot? You done got with the wrong liars Strong tryers end up using mic cords for jaw wires [Hook] Ay! I don't give a f** about swag, I just need yall to shut up and rhyme. OK?! I don't wanna hear sh** about cash, not unless a cut of it's mine. OK?! Somebody get ‘em a late pa**, ‘cause we grind all the time. OK?! And I will whip that a**, if you ever come across the line. OK?! [Verse 2 - PackFM] Michael Jackson moonwalked I run planet earth Things happen for a reason And this was the plan at birth Best believe it's no coincidence this man is worth More than his weight in gold All off the way he flows You lost? The way to go Turn off the radio If you snooze, you lose Revolution won't be televised You can't catch it on Youtube So k** all the chitter chat When you get attacked You won't get a chance to say “Lemme twitter that” The kid is back in the atmosphere The best distro I ever had was Rapidshare So have no fear, when you see the nervous twitch Like detergent sticks, put me on the spot I got the urge to spit I murder this, word to this Y Chromosome I catch wreck with no hands, and still hold my own Im from the ground up, home grown So when they said sky's the limit I poked a hole in the ozone YO! [Hook] [Verse 3 - Substantial] I'm Moses with a pen Talk like a prophet Known to spit a gem So my talk make a profit My values are valuable My views are crystal In plain black & white, this dudes official If you's a pistol This dude's a missile Blow up anywhere in the world from where I stand And Maryland is where I am Better tell'em You p**y in a man wardobe, you's Ellen Your mixtape's better than your album How come? Now your income's a reflection of the outcome ‘Cause your units are funny Your old fans are like “I shouldn't never gave you n***as money” My sentiments exactly I'll always have a punchline if you insist on rapping I stick to the truth You insist on acting Get in the booth Then you insist on tapping And I ain't gotta prove I'm realer than y'all I just hold up a mirror to y'all Look… n******gdom! f** any dumb a** fan that's feelin'em Y'all a** so for kicks I put my foot in'em And rock'em to the dunk exchange, look newness They point at my feet like “Them sh**s is stupid!” I know, right?! Nobody as fresh as this Hitman for hire, check my references 1 [Hook]

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