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2 Pac - Case Of The Misplaced Mic

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[Featuring Ray]
[Tupac]
Fumble suckers tumble goddamm I'm good
since i was born I was strong
Always knew that I could
Don't care anywhere anyplace I rock
Give me a mic tonight competition I'll drop
Fast or slow I'll go and no one is gonna stop me
Yo you must be kidding you swear you gonna drop me no
Well sure as battlin is bad for your health
I know your confident boy but don't fool yourself
My mic's a weapon I'm steppin with a capable rhyme
Yo your time for playin is ova you got your crew I got mine
Not braggin I'm bad and I could only get betta
Your girl came on to me she wanted me I wouldn't let her
Don't make sense to come against me and my man "D"
How it is how it was that's the way it'll be
You still think you can beat me get it together
Cause I'll never be beat, never be beat, never
[Ray]
Boldly you steppin to the top of the piece
Cause I'm the predator competitor and I'm risin like yeast
I'm the microphone musician musically I'm the most
When I rumble you tumble like a burnt piece of toast
Proceed with caution i cannot be stopped
A deadly weapon that's kept inside a Sentry lock
Strong hold holding on but there's no holds barred
Fuck around feel the wrath and your forever scarred
Anybody want to battle step the hell up
Toss your ass like a salad and eat you all up
You climb the rope of success but you know you can't win
You get discouraged cause I hold the otha end
If I let you go like all the others you will fall
The vicious vocalist consoloist will still be raw
[Tupac]
Your bein waxed like a sucker but you'll neva recoup
I'm a veteran a breathren goin in like a troop
Try to stop me you can't you puff and you pant
Try to beat me at this game you gettin stomped like an ant
In the long run I'm the one that's holding the mic
Upset to get to me sweatin me for the rhymes that I write
This time we're goin at it get ready
Cause I'm your worst nightmare, fuck Freddy
Where's that mothafucker that said that I was a dope
Tyin up rhymes like a rope I'll pull it tight and I'll choke
You swear that you could beat me punk get it together
Cause I'll never be beat you punk, never
[Ray]
Hard is what you wanted knowledge is what you gettin
I'm movin and groovin and proven, you're still sittin
Got me blowin up, like a Hawaiian vulcano
Runnin things like Drano
Lettin you know that there ain't no-body
gonna diss me now I'm comin exact
I'm paid got it made cause I'm makin tracks
This is a lesson at bein dope that is
Cordless mics are mine and the wheels are his
Tons and tons of freaks I'm a mack daddy-o
Writin def jams while I'm chillin on my patio
You are useless as a toothless piranha
I'm ruthless now I'm gonna
Bust it and discuss it make it funky to hear
Paragraph to the people penetratin your ear
You wanna taste of it ooh here take a full dose
Burn you up like radiation if you get too close
[Tupac]
Cause my mouth is like an uzi when it moves so quick
And my lyrics are the bullets that I'm loadin it with
You wanna beat me homeboy I think you'll be destroyed
Get dropped like a habit and played like a toy
Never defeated I'm not conceited but let's face the facts
Couldn't beat me with a motherfuckin baseball bat
If I gave you a bomb that was nuclear armed
You could shoot it at me and I wouldn't get harmed
Cause punk you can't stop me bullets couldn't drop me
Stand on a mountain and still you couldn't top me
You think you'll beat me boy get it togetha
Cause I'll never be beat you punk, never
[Ray]
When you hear my thumpin it's a maximum charge
Cause I'm the hip hop hood the ringleader at large
Got a Ph.D in history
I'm deadly boy not a toy like a poetry, prodigy
Young beat conisseur hummin like a bird
It was true when uou heard I'm the wiz the word
Your eyes delate your eardrums expand
When my voice comes through speaker from the mic in my hand
Woofers stompin like thunder all about to explode
The needle on the nuance stuck in overload
Don't laugh cause I'm serious Mr. Mysterious
Don't make me wad (why) cause I get furious
Countless time is he just when you think I'm through
I let my melody stretch to make more for you
Just bust it cause I'm just too clever
and I'll never be beat ya punk, never

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Xzibit : Game face

I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the hours of H
All these L.A times motherfucka's keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things still get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge
Slid off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson
I never like to talk business over the phone
So either have love for the game or leave it alone
Plus action speak louder than words
And pussy move faster than birds
So I gotta keep a gameface
On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun
I keep it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's divine
Cuz my family is harder than bricks
Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit

Chorus:
(Ras Kass)
Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than wor-
ds
And pussy move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface
(Xzibit)
Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than words
And pussy move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface

Verse 2: Ras Kass
Men must be either tramp or the crutch
To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch something
Trust no one and die dumping
Drained ya battery you barely talking like Teddy Ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a fuck
Say some shit so nasty, it'll make Little Kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me
To lay bullshit over this empty
But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me
I'm one-third black man, one-third Jackie Chan
One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land
Golden State Warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses
While you givin groupies all your loochie
I'm known for fucking hoochies in suskis
And slippin?
L-
oved and feared, severe yet loved
The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can't stop shit
Don't rock shit, studio hustlers
claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the game is this
Bonus Round, give me the mic, the money
The pussy in that order, the mortar over populated
get fucked and orally copulated
And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit
can suck yo apology out my dick

Chorus:

Verse 3:
(Ras Kass)
This is for the black niggas, the yak sippers
The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets
Sporting cleets, ain't nothing sweet
(Xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they shit together
Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln
And style so sick, the whole car start stinking

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