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Tical (1994)
Release
Yo' Delf Intro/Chorus:
Blue Raspberry When
I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified Jet
back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My
rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And
all you bitch-ass niggaz in the industry your careers won't be lasting
long Chorus
Verse
One: Check
it, I'm the fuckin man, who they mention Notice,
that other niggaz rap styles is bogus Doo-doo,
prepare for this verse Tical voodoo Blazin,
the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside
ya, cuz I be that house over water forgot
in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon adventure,
niggaz need to touch they freakin picture For
the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness Remedies,
cousin I be doin on my enemies Penalty,
then I drink forties to they memories Emotion,
rushin through your down street vicinity Blunt
smoke, in the air reveals my identity (Tical....
tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh Keep
it movin, and keep it movin uh Keep
it movin baby we be movin uh Keep
it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH What's
that rhythm what's that sound Party
people getting down When
it hit the baddest man Just
release, yo delf!! Verse
Two: My
God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set To
blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death I
bring it to his whole damn fam, understand If
he frontin, on any man down with the Clan I
be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope For
my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother Serial,
killa, style from Big Isle No
Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at? Shit's
gettin deep in here, I mean thick Niggaz
lookin all in my face like they want dick It's
about to hit the fan, hit the flo' That's
all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo' What
is it? Niggaz think they bigga Cause
they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol They
don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it With
the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic Then
I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice But
he don't want the hassle Then
we try to overthrow the castle Better
yet the tent when I'm comin to your town Black
man, the rental, God, the pistol YAH! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK Then
beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops Here,
no more dough will be made Unless
it's being made by hoes What's
that rhythm what's that sound Party
people getting down When
it hit the baddest man Just
breathe in, till then And
keep it movin, baby keep it movin I
plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh And
keep it movin, baby we be movin uh And
keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh And
keep it movin, you know we keep it movin Baby
we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH Chorus/Outro:
Throw
your hands in the sky And
wave em from side to side And
if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical Let
me hear you say stim-uli Chorus |
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