Written and Produced by Da Langman.
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Langman rhyming supersonic/ da bomb like da Chronic/ Hashish, Jaja, Lala, Cheeba, Reefer, Bawis, chocolate/ on point nigga I locked it/ getting real high I spit 5 on it/ East Africa is where Im from kid
Im dat MC ill spittin real shittin/ wether freestyle or written/ lately in the game these skillz been missing/ most y`all cats out there is just kittens/ still babies, still cant control your own shittin/ am the dogg, beware coz you might get bitten/ its too fucking hot to play around in my kitchen/ wether I set fire to this song/ or a marijuana bong/ you kids aint safe you better run along/ this track is raw, hardcore and uncut/ listen up, I tear it up like Pac in Hit Em Up/ coz you cant get enough of this when I rip it up/ Langman is spittin let me see your Ls in the air/ like Big L all of a sudden just reappeared/ from the rear of the stage and then engineered/ a freestyle verse that flowed like your rear/ in laymans terms you cant come near/ to whats up here my brain hemispheres/ y`all is witeness to the rise of an MC/ allied to Klear Kut and Lug Gz/ some fake thugs back home need to cut the bullsheez/ I wont say y`all names coz you might get famous off my steez/ on your knees bitches I wont say please/ you niggaz cant rap get out the action zone/ what you call action is bitchin on the telephone/ like Doggy Dogg I bury the bone in the microphone/ can you dig it?/ how dare you say my shit aint wicked when I come back home you gon act like you with it/ but I see through you niggaz Front 2 Back like Xzibit
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My shit is real/ underground no record deal/ this right here is love it aint for no mill./ its lyrical black magic: y`all in my grill/ for some minutes I make time stand still/ this aint no pause this here pure skill/ pure energy hardcore like steel/ you cant destroy me you end up roadkill/ if you niggaz go bananaz you niggaz a get pealed/ fried, mummified your remains in a tomb sealed/ you cant fuck with whats coming out my tons-ill/ guaranteed goal like P�l� from Brazil/ you niggaz aint ready for what the Da Langman reveals/ it aint hard to tell it aint hard to feel/ these rap cartels for sho` gon kneel/ to the one that shocks like electric eels/ psychadelic... like acid pills/ my rhymes is a trip brain twisting real deep/ Im on to some shit and Im in it knee deep/ thats why when I spit my shit you niggaz go "deep"/ Im blinding y`all niggaz like Juve` gold teeth/ vocabularies get laid like tapestries/ flowing on & on & on like Energizer batteries/ vietnamese guerrilla type steez/ armed to the teeth with nuclear weaponries/ a.k.a. intense lyrical felonies/ and syndicated activities with my soldiers at ease/ and if ya feelin this track/ holla back like you addicted and this right here be crack.
Copyright Abba Lang 2001