Lirik Lagu Got My Mind Made Up - 2Pac
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Verse One: Daz
You find an MC like me who's strongLeavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal supportAnd when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn thoughWith a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thoseWho can withstand, the mo' power I gainand make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brainImagine and keep on wishin upon a starFinally realizing who the fuck we areWhen I penetrate, it's been withstandin, fadedwould it be the greatest MC of all timeWhen I created rhyme for the simple factWhen I attack I crush your prideMy intention to ride, every time all nightI'm faced with the scars beyond this one barfor me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ridebreakin in gas with the six-eight all dayIn and out with my payI'm soon to count the bodies...
Verse Two: Tupac
So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientationSo you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facinWe must be based on nothin better than communicationKnown to damage and highly flamable like gas stationsSorry I left that ass waitinNo more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakinI'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panicDon't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirtYou swear the bitch was plantedMy lyrics motivate the planetIt's similar to Rhythm Nationbut thugged out, forgive me JanetWho's in control I'm acvtivatin yo soulsYou know, the way the games get controlledYo, two years ago, a friend of mineTold me Alize and Cristal blows your mindBear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wroteTakin off my coat, clearing my throat
Chorus: Method Man
I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]get in get in too [get on it]let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha nightI got my mind made up, come on...get in get in toolet it ride... tonight's tha night
Verse Three: Kurupt
Well I comes through with two packsof the bomb prophalaks for protectionSo my fuckin sac won't collapseCause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-raysSending young motherfuckers to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC'sshows my heart's as cold as the tundraElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too muchRough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touchI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bayYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmayMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mindAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pineThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastinI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askinOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villianLaughter enhances the chances of tha killinWhy is that?Cuz smilin faces decieveYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breatheYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason VorheesIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikesMy verbal snipe, your vocab on siteI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for allSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wallYa already have an idea about tha superior sphereThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equatorI rock from here to there, to Philly and backTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like strapsAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contactBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
Verse Four: Method Man
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuverslike Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten IsleWill be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dialRarely do you see an MC out for justiceGot my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like MagellenHalf of my Clan's three deep felonsNiggaz best protect they joints for Nine-NickelMan I stay on point like iciclesNow who wanna test Tical then touch TicalAll up in your motherfuckin mouthHead banger boogieCatch me on tour with Al DoogieMethod Man roll too tight, you can pull meBetter take one and pass or that's that assYour vital statistics are low and fallin fastJohnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny CashPlay a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Verse Five: Redman
Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tacticsNon-believers get my dick and genitals backwardsLet's face it, there's no replacementTaste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced withAvalanche on ya whole camp when I'm spliftedFunk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twistedI got connects like Federal Expressto get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetchGot the clear spot from tha rear blockto bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear notHold ya nose and blow out til ya ears popSince ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lotWith, this underground cannabisI'm dangerous like John the bomb analystThen proceeds like keysMy degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP'sLick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistakeSo I erase the whole front row at the wakeI planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust itI'm the one pushin the hearse in the first placeConfidence for you shaky ass folksPump for Rockafella for the day he got smokedchoke, off this anecdote got you opeGet roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 ColyAnd I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels][West, list this, this, this...]
You find an MC like me who's strongLeavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal supportAnd when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn thoughWith a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on thoseWho can withstand, the mo' power I gainand make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brainImagine and keep on wishin upon a starFinally realizing who the fuck we areWhen I penetrate, it's been withstandin, fadedwould it be the greatest MC of all timeWhen I created rhyme for the simple factWhen I attack I crush your prideMy intention to ride, every time all nightI'm faced with the scars beyond this one barfor me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ridebreakin in gas with the six-eight all dayIn and out with my payI'm soon to count the bodies...
Verse Two: Tupac
So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientationSo you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facinWe must be based on nothin better than communicationKnown to damage and highly flamable like gas stationsSorry I left that ass waitinNo more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakinI'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panicDon't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirtYou swear the bitch was plantedMy lyrics motivate the planetIt's similar to Rhythm Nationbut thugged out, forgive me JanetWho's in control I'm acvtivatin yo soulsYou know, the way the games get controlledYo, two years ago, a friend of mineTold me Alize and Cristal blows your mindBear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wroteTakin off my coat, clearing my throat
Chorus: Method Man
I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]get in get in too [get on it]let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha nightI got my mind made up, come on...get in get in toolet it ride... tonight's tha night
Verse Three: Kurupt
Well I comes through with two packsof the bomb prophalaks for protectionSo my fuckin sac won't collapseCause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-raysSending young motherfuckers to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC'sshows my heart's as cold as the tundraElectryfing like thunder, I'm just too muchRough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touchI'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bayYa got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmayMy rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mindAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pineThere's no escape, nah I ain't blastinI use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askinOpposed to laughin, raw maniacal villianLaughter enhances the chances of tha killinWhy is that?Cuz smilin faces decieveYou best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breatheYa whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason VorheesIn the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikesMy verbal snipe, your vocab on siteI'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for allSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wallYa already have an idea about tha superior sphereThe greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equatorI rock from here to there, to Philly and backTo LA on the spot where I rock and bust like strapsAs your views get overshadowed when you come in contactBeware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat
Verse Four: Method Man
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuverslike Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten IsleWill be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dialRarely do you see an MC out for justiceGot my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like MagellenHalf of my Clan's three deep felonsNiggaz best protect they joints for Nine-NickelMan I stay on point like iciclesNow who wanna test Tical then touch TicalAll up in your motherfuckin mouthHead banger boogieCatch me on tour with Al DoogieMethod Man roll too tight, you can pull meBetter take one and pass or that's that assYour vital statistics are low and fallin fastJohnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny CashPlay a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Verse Five: Redman
Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tacticsNon-believers get my dick and genitals backwardsLet's face it, there's no replacementTaste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced withAvalanche on ya whole camp when I'm spliftedFunk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twistedI got connects like Federal Expressto get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetchGot the clear spot from tha rear blockto bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear notHold ya nose and blow out til ya ears popSince ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lotWith, this underground cannabisI'm dangerous like John the bomb analystThen proceeds like keysMy degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP'sLick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistakeSo I erase the whole front row at the wakeI planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust itI'm the one pushin the hearse in the first placeConfidence for you shaky ass folksPump for Rockafella for the day he got smokedchoke, off this anecdote got you opeGet roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 ColyAnd I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels][West, list this, this, this...]
