Live Percenters - Binaca lyrics

Now hear this?

Ever heard this bout superficial, artificial

Plastic wanna be MCs

But we call that rapper

We don't cater, we bring the danger

Original 9 percenters

So watch you as we enter

Selecta!

Sometimes I get nice, shot 18 no ice

Hey I'm black got me feeling guilty like Shawn Price

Turn around and explain those uniform stripes

Some of the truest on ice set his unicorn ice

Do not see you at the table is that you deserve price

Season of the throne but booty's a nightmare

House with the dealers but never roll no dice

Lear truth hot as her when you've been told twice

Trust my inner voice cause I usually ignore advice

That's lay back more years slay back more slice

Gold stand in diamonds come stand in all

Of the top of an addict got the badges on smile

What starts a new style coach a new cool

Till it raise no pump mama raise no fool

Old schools to the stupid, refuse to do reunions

Pardon me and my vision

For pursuing my visions


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Sometimes I get loose of orange juice and vodka

Fight all come on need to get up

Your style my steesh nothing in common

They think I'm too much

That's a current state

I'll be me I'm doing speed that's a problem

Five percenters and the place to be

Be, be honest

Everything we drop will keep the people up running

Cut the head cut the hammer

Strictly for the heads

If you were hungry should've said so

But do it today for slick rap rhymes

Pardon me like we nice in this problem

If you could be and we could chat

Start a breakfast program

Get those kids aware

The true is with the little

But not the rocking time system sipping ginger bread


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Make you feel alive like you just was born

You though you had skills but yo pages got thorn

Fought the hard way you've never been around miles

Let's say what I say, there ain't enough of us

You know enough to bluff

That is just other stuff

Fire talking, talking cut

Speak up and open up

Talk don't mean it so fast

So if the lips move first don't mean you gonna last

Cause I've been up all night perfecting out crowds

God give the lesser life a pen in the path

Sort of what you wish you had

But never had to lend a hand

Even protect your fam

Look in reflection

You can't protect that, you can't respect

Come on you're next

We've all been blessed

Whipped by intentions

Provide the incentive


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