2 Pac - Got My Mind Made Up Lyrics
[dat nigga daz]You find an mc like me whos strongWe leavin mutha*****as abortedWith no verbal supportWhen I command the microphoneI gets deadly as congoWith a bear and a snake and a panda, Im on thouWho can we stand, the more power of gameAnd make it possible for me to dropA few to wrecks ya brainImagine to keep on wishin upon a starFinally realizing who the ***** you areWhen I penetrate, its been withstandin, faded,Would it be the greatest mc of all timeWhen I created rhyme for the simple factWhen I attack the [? clubs? ] be tiredMy attempts to rideEvery time all nightI faced with the scars beyondThis beam or barFor me to put down my guardIm faced with it, Im a rideBreakin in gas with the six eight all dayIn an out, with my payIm soon to count the bodies...[tupac]So mandatory my elevationMy lyrics like orientationSo you can be more familiarWith tha nigga you facinWe must be based on nothinBetter than communicationKnown to damage and highly flamable like gas stationsSorry I left that ass waitinNo more procrastinationGive up to fate, and get that ass shakinIm bustin and makin mutha*****as panicDont take ya life for grantedPut that ass in the dirtYou swear the ***** was plantedMy lyrics motivate the planetIts similar to rhythm nationBut thugged out, forgive me janetWhos in control Im acvtivatin yo soulsYou know, the way the games get toldYo two years ago, a friend of mineTold me alazhay and chrystalBlows your mindBear witness to the dopest *****in rhyme I wroteTakin off my coat, clearin my throat[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]Tonights tha nightI got my mind made up, come on...Get in get in tooLet it rideTonights tha night[kurupt]Well I comes through with two packsOf tha bomb pro-folaxFor protectionSo my *****in sac wont collapseCause nowadays, shits evading the x-raysSending young mutha*****as to an early graveI wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing mcsShows my hearts as cold as the tundraElectryfing like thunderIm just too muchRough and raw with that mutha *****in poisonous touchIm aMc with lyrics thats tha *****in bomb bayYa got dissed, thats before its in cast like bob mayMy rhymesI leave a mark on ya mindAs the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pimesTheres no escapeNa I aint blastin I use my mentalTo assassinate assassinsFor those askinOpposed to laughinRaw maniacal villianLaughter enhances the chances of tha killinWhy is that ?Cause smilin faces decieveYou best believeTo mcs, Im the deadliest diseaseMy thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breatheYa whole camps under seige, and Im jason vorheesIn the heat of the nightIs when I defeat and ignite micsMy verbal snipe, your vocabal siteIm out tha cut, uncutAnd raw with no clause fallSo all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wallYa already have an idea about tha superior sphereThe raider 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, second, prepare to enter verbal combat[method man]***** you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuversLike hitlerStickin up jews wit german misslesThe mister mef tical from staton isleWill be back after this messageDont touch tha dialRarely do you see and mc out for justiceGot my gun powder and my musketBlauw!Mellons get swellin, I paint mental pictures like magellenHalf of my clan, repeat felonsNiggas best protect they joint tha nine nickelMan I stay on point like iciclesNow who want to test ticalThen test ticalAll up in ya mutha*****in mouthHead banga boogieCatch me on tour with al doogieMethod man roll too tight, you cant fool meBetter take one and pass or thats 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[redman]A yoLyrical gas spittin tha criminal tacticsNon-believers get my dick and genitals backwardsLets face it, theres no replacementTaste this, mad underground basementShit Im laced withAvalanche on ya whole camp when Im splifftedFunk doctor who spot ***** dont get it twistedI got connects like federal expressTo get the fresh package of blessTha dogs cant fetchGot the clear spot from tha rear blockTwo plus til every nigga tear dropMen I fear notHold ya nose and blow out til ya ears popSince ya crew suit you to shiftNow you claim that you gets lotWith this underground cannibisIm dangerous like john the bomb analystThe proceeds like keysMy degrees freeze cause secondtively like epmd lpsLick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistakeSo I erase the whole front row at your wakeI plan my escape in case j or a snake bust itIm tha one pushin a hurst in the first placeConfidence for you shaky ass folksPump for rockafeller for the day he got smokedChoke, off this anecdope got you ope, zerosBy my lyrical billy dee forty-five coltAnd Im out for nine nickelIns tha rebelWest, list this, this, this
