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stick 'em - mother superia lyrics

[chorus]
stick ’em, stick ’em, stick ’em
we’re stickin’ ’em, baby, straight stickin’ em, baby
stick ’em, stick ’em, stick ’em
we’re stickin’ ’em, baby, straight stickin’ ’em, baby

[verse 1]
we stickin’ em, inflicting them with these verbal arrows
that complete bone marrow, making wide roads narrow
check the tarot ’cause my cards forecast, these lyrics blast
get cash, break down heavy mcs like slimfast
so if you got it, bring it, if brought your mud, then sling it
if you got an r&b song, sing it
but don’t second guess, i bust chest like cardiac arrest
bringin’ more daytime drama than [?]
i’m smooth like cocoa b*tter, don’t stutter
mcs feel like they naked in the gutter
like a phantom, i be coming out of the dark
and if you got sk!lls i’ma rip them sh*ts apart
as i proceed and begin to enter
you be all up in my style like a child in the placenta
mcs have regrets when they battle this [?]
i be carrying my voice [?] under my sneaker
keep it blunt so penetration is guaranteed
yes indeed we major league sporting army fatigue
shoot, 180 proof black girl juice got you loose
puffin’ blunts, hangin’ out with dr. seuss
you get stuck when i stick ya, like a cigarette, i’ll fl!ck ya
mcs get in last if they took a f*ckin’ picture
bring wisdom like a scripture, make a perpetrator fear it
you can write a thousand lyrics but you still couldn’t come near it
[chorus]
stick ’em, stick ’em, stick ’em
we’re stickin’ ’em, baby, straight stickin’ em, baby
stick ’em, stick ’em, stick ’em
we’re stickin’ ’em, baby, straight stickin’ ’em, baby

[verse 2]
go home and rehe*rs*, this second verse is worse than the first
it’s a curse to fiddle with my verse
check this craft, burning like backdraft through your staff
with the wrath of kahn more deadly than napalm
i hate standing when i enter, split your mental state in two
make a b*tch more dizzy than a [?]
fantastic classic duet to make you sweat
feel tipsy like you drank a whole bottle moët
don’t just sit up, [?], you can’t hang
f*ckin’ around with this [?] slang
so just stop it, stickin’ wack mcs is a topic of discussion
while we bumrush in these percussions
first of all we got you supportin’ automatic suspension
tape recording, i leave hoes hangin’ like extensions
[?] steppin’ off your lifeline with these divine type rhymes
that do it to you every time
do it to you every time like munchies when you high
rap styles multiply like you sing the lullabies
“rockabye baby on the treetop”
it be the queens of the [?] eat lin’ wack n*ggas like chop
suey, while your rap style remains fuey
we get down for our crown like huey p. newton
got my peoples routin’, not dilutin’
for this headbanger boogie that travels from here to houston
[chorus]
stick ’em, stick ’em, stick ’em
we’re stickin’ ’em, baby, straight stickin’ em, baby
stick ’em, stick ’em, stick ’em
we’re stickin’ ’em, baby, straight stickin’ ’em, baby

[verse 3]
[?]
i do you in [?], i got more rhythm than salsa
five foot two but don’t underestimate
i [?] with no debate, all chumps can’t relate
rip your heart out the chest, so don’t test the best
the sk!lls i manifest will lay your spirit to rest
got more flavor combinations than a pack of skittles
big things come in packages that be little
i’m knocking ’em down like dominoes with my feminine flows
n*ggas flock like hoes to these pros
leave a sucker flat like [?] tyres
got a phat style, cold blooded like a reptile
it’s the m*o*t*h*e*r, the superstar
live like the mardi gras, the dopest mc thus far
partaking in dissing those b*tches who be fakin’
slithering snake and speaking with the tongue of satan
hatin’, wishing you could fill these shoes
constantly singing the blues, talkin’ how you paid trues
it’s obvious you’ve got no sk!ll, b*tch, where’s your deal
got your head in the cloud then you got mass appeal
for real though, your sk!lls is so*so
your shall remain [?] while youre swinging on my toe*toe
you could never reach this level of a queen goddess, rap rebel
and you’s a bowl of funky pebbles
[outro]
ladies and gentlemen, this is not a test
this sh*t is for real
the numbness that you are experiencing is a result of being stomped from every angle
the feeling will soon subside
l.e.s., let the beat ride

- mother superia lyrics

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