'Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!' That's a audio daily double I think he just combines 'I was' into 'I's' and slurs the 'd' in 'drunk' making it sound like a 'j'. 'Cell number 17, up under the top bunk, I say this not to be mean, was bad luck I was popped drunk' - meaning that he got arrested whilst drunk, and that was his bad luck. I have no idea what a 'bobalop' might be - it might be 'bobble ops.' There's definitely an 's' on the end of the last word tho, and it really sounds like a 'p' before that, which makes me doubt that it's just 'bob a lot,' even though that is in an ill line. Im pretty sure he says 'Hold mics like pony tails, tight, and bobalops' at the beginning. Almost every couplet is like a set of die - multiple sides that change the fate of the lyric depending on how you approach them. General CommentThis is one of my favorite jemz, and in my humble opinion one of of the greatest lyrical masterpieces of the last 30 years, not to mention the unbelievable production. Touch the mic, get the same thing a Arab will do to you for stealing So I turned it up faster than a speeding knifeĪble to drop today's math in the 48 keys of life Spittin' all out the sunroof, through her missing toothīut then she has a sexy voice, sound like Jazzy Joyce I took her back to the truck, she was uncouth It's like me holding up the line at the kissing booth Known amongst foes for flow with no talking orangutans Nicknames off nipple and tip of nipples metal fang Never let her interfere with the Yeti ghetto slang I'll tell y'all fools it's hella cool how ladies from Cali talk Some M-er F-ers don't like how Sally walk Pass the mic like 'Pass the peas like they used to say' On shakedown, lock-down, wet dreams of Fox' BrownĮvery since the womb 'til I'm back to the essenceĮither engraved or unmarked grave, who's to say? How come I hold the microphone double-clutch That's the difference between sissy-pissy rappers that's double-dutch Get out my face, askin' 'bout my case, need toothpasteįresher mint, monkey-style nigga get dentadentĪnd dope fiends still in they teens, shook niggas turn witness I'm trading science fiction with my man the live liferĪ pied piper holler a rhyme, a dollar and a dimeĭo his thing, ring around the white collar crime While Sidney Sheldon teaches the trife to be trifer One who is well-skilled in destruction, as well as building God forbid, if there ain't no escape, blame MF tapeĭefinition 'super-villain', a killer who love children Pop the trunk on See-Cipher-Punk, leave him left scraped I say this not to be mean, wish bad luck or pop junk If you don't believe me, go get bagged and check then Rappers need to fall off just to save me the trouble, yoĮver since the womb 'til I'm back where my brother wentĮither unmarked or engraved, hey, who's to say? 'Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo' That's a audio daily double

I'd like to take 'Mens to the End' for two milli' Metal Fist terrorists claim responsibilityīroken household name usually said in hostility Then release a statement to the press, let the rest know who did that It's a intricate plot of a B-Boy strapped Of the fly brown six-o sicko psycho who throws his dick around Hold mics like pony tails, tight, and bob a lot (I swear the whole world could feel you MC)

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