Cappadonna - MCF Lyrics

Writer(s) : DIGGS, ROBERT F. / HILL, DARRYL ROBERT
Artist: Cappadonna Lyrics
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Album: Track 6 on The Pillage
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Black solidarity day arrest sentence
Looking at the moon he starts his coming soon
High like my man c'mon give me the fame
His flame is so bright open up your life
Let me swim with your feelings
I love y'all to death get married to my song
I prolong ***** my style is real strong
Plus I stay dipped like the first day of school
Blood pool kid with the low cut fade
My darts is number one playtime is over
Black October, my debt still correct
Revised and updated from the old temple
Big Pens is Tai Chi
Head crack **** my brains is Jet Lee
Put away your weapons its Master MC
One hundred skills if you ever try to **** me
Feet come first, sometimes not the head
Some *****s eat, some don't get fed
If you live by the sword you might die by the lead
You get what you get if you thinking with your ****
MCF mean your thinking with your head
Money comes first this time I can't dead
You get what you get if you thinking with your ****
MCF mean your thinking with your head
Warp in the projects watch out for Ted
Hearse get your first, too late, no paramed
Dark Park Hill day, cold and sour
Its only Staten Island that represent the power
God body we stand, unite, kid, right
With the excellent beam of light, so stand still
Hold your breath, the late homicide hill
Before the big gates, everything was chill
SHAOLIN, its like Hurricane Kim
SUUU, you better beware, we comin' in
Original, yeah its the kid from back then
To all the ***** *****s that be tryin' to pretend
MCF killa bees, son what, you gotta problem
Deja vu, 45 slug that escalates
Don't perpetrate, hip hop is mine
Find something else, words is dealt, quarterly
In a orderly fashion, thrashin', black mamma javelins
Travellin', once again dun, try to comprehend
Catch a split end
I'm takin' trips downtown, havin' the **** go down
Fresh *****s, fresh hats, sometimes I carry gats
Low straps, baggy slacks, one forced the chain with the six gold caps
I go for dolo, hear my LP style for solo
Han Solo with his rap Star Wars goin' on tours for the course
Whirlwind, record spin, walk forward, explorin'
The lime livin', plus thank heads forgivin'
But sue the ones that don't, Cappa's goin gold
Never sold my soul, twenty somethin' years old
Try for the globe, one time tastin' the wine
Teeth are dumb, deaf, and blind, have strength
To go the whole length, for my two seeds, house these,
Tooth fairies, February sanctuaries, child support court
Days are too short, I'm completin' all my goals, stay amped up
Be alert, secure the foundation, seek more education
That money can never worth, head first, feet first, whatever the case
MCF means **** off kid, you outta place


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