Author Topic: BRING IT! EYE FEEL LIKE A MC MONSTER  (Read 116 times)

Nat Turner-reincarnated

  • Guest
BRING IT! EYE FEEL LIKE A MC MONSTER
« on: March 31, 2008, 05:59:03 PM »
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKqF749ieg8&amp;hl=en&amp;autoplay=0" target="_blank" class="new_win">http://www.youtube.com/v/ZKqF749ieg8&amp;hl=en&amp;autoplay=0</a>

yes sir..... eye am back..........  eye see eye got a lot of young clowns desperately wanting to be me
.......
like the paparazzi and shit, everywhere eye go they go
........
lookin real desperate , its ashame and real lame
.....
here eye go

[start when the beat drop]
yo is it just me or do eye got fans like Britney/
little boys following me around, don't get the hint eye don't deal with clowns/
mad because they want to be me, so they stay with a frown/
but eye am one of a kind like precious stones in the ground/
cant be imitated, so they get irritated/
they try and they try but come up short like knee high/
eye am every where like wi-fi/
eye leave ya bums with two options, you can come in peace or leave in pieces/
its your pick, so which one?/
ya battling me? ya'll might as well jump off the statue of liberty/
who eye be, the one causing nightmares instead dreams/
got ya waking up in  cold sweat, tangled in sheets/
screaming mommy n daddy Job  is after me!!/
every where eye go eye start new trends, new this, new that/
who was the first to have the instrumental playing in the back? (Background :  me!)
who was the first using "eye" instead of "i"? (Background:  me!)
who the one causin lames to make threads about me? ( Background: me!)
okay/
without Job everything is incomplete, thats like tryin to live with no heart beat/ (Background: yup, NOT POSSIBLE)
any opponent put him against me and watch 'em get mopped up/
beat 'em till my fist covered with blood and use they own body for a mop son/
now thats what eye call a all- in -one/
eye am the boss that you seen thus far?/
nah eye am the boss period yall, and eye aint got to bust iron nor move weight/
my click is a selected few, the ones that eye grow up with
and couldn't stab me in the back, if they life depended on it/
we tight like the material interwoven to protect ya chest from a bullet/
so some of ya need to sit back and relax,
put down the crack and a get life asap!/

uuh yea , yup yup little something ya dig? straight off the top of my dome like hair follicles yo

and OH YEAH........................ P E A  C E!