L.I.'s Finest (feat. Big Earth The Midget Face)
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๐ Lyrics
No mistakes, what you listenin' to
No mistakes, what you listenin' to
You listenin' to one of the all time greats
These are the breaks like Curtis
Never heard this, the way we disturbingly word shit
My dick spit flames, bitch, try not to get burned, bitch
I'm the master, the kingpin, do my thing
Ring king, put your gloves on, it's round one, ding-ding
Some of our GOATs passed on
Some of our illest lyricists sold out
They suck now, they're gone
Rugged Man, mamas keep your daughters away from his broke ass
No cash, lookin' for a place to crash
He just a dick swingin' dirtbag, no class
Only fuck little skinny white bitches with no ass
The underground kill shit, my clique past Killah Priest
Master killer, Kool G Rap, sick lyrical beast
Kimbo King, Hell Razah, Tragedy Khadafi
And of course R.A. The Rugged Man, you can't forget about me
Big Gutz, hold up, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercuts, bow down to your highness
He a legendary rhymer, hardy har
Yeah, he walk through fire, la-dee-da
Big Gutz, hold up, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercuts, bow down to your highness
He a legendary rhymer, hardy har
Yeah, he walk through fire, la-dee-da
Oh, who's that guy, he's so fly
That's what all my fat girls tell me, miss you baby, love you, bye-bye
Pretty bitches mostly hate me, wishin' I'd die
Oh wait, that was the past, bitches love me now, I don't know why
They think they gettin' with a rap star, handsome heartthrob
In reality they suckin' the dick of a fat slob
I'm a star in the hood these days like Black Rob
My childhood fucked me up for real, I'm really that scarred
Let's get ready to rumble like Michael Buffer
You sold out, I saw what you did last summer
I'm a foul motherfucker, like old school Slick Rick
With your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover
This boom-bip boom-bap true funk
I'm from New York City, I do not get crunk
I'm so damn talented, I'm so damn gifted
I'm the grand poobah, the grand master, the grand wizard
Big Gutz, hold up, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercuts, bow down to your highness
He a legendary rhymer, hardy har
Yeah, he walk through fire, la-dee-da
Big Gutz, hold up, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercuts, bow down to your highness
He a legendary rhymer, hardy har
Yeah, he walk through fire, la-dee-da
No mistakes, what you listenin' to
You listenin' to one of the all time greats
These are the breaks like Curtis
Never heard this, the way we disturbingly word shit
My dick spit flames, bitch, try not to get burned, bitch
I'm the master, the kingpin, do my thing
Ring king, put your gloves on, it's round one, ding-ding
Some of our GOATs passed on
Some of our illest lyricists sold out
They suck now, they're gone
Rugged Man, mamas keep your daughters away from his broke ass
No cash, lookin' for a place to crash
He just a dick swingin' dirtbag, no class
Only fuck little skinny white bitches with no ass
The underground kill shit, my clique past Killah Priest
Master killer, Kool G Rap, sick lyrical beast
Kimbo King, Hell Razah, Tragedy Khadafi
And of course R.A. The Rugged Man, you can't forget about me
Big Gutz, hold up, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercuts, bow down to your highness
He a legendary rhymer, hardy har
Yeah, he walk through fire, la-dee-da
Big Gutz, hold up, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercuts, bow down to your highness
He a legendary rhymer, hardy har
Yeah, he walk through fire, la-dee-da
Oh, who's that guy, he's so fly
That's what all my fat girls tell me, miss you baby, love you, bye-bye
Pretty bitches mostly hate me, wishin' I'd die
Oh wait, that was the past, bitches love me now, I don't know why
They think they gettin' with a rap star, handsome heartthrob
In reality they suckin' the dick of a fat slob
I'm a star in the hood these days like Black Rob
My childhood fucked me up for real, I'm really that scarred
Let's get ready to rumble like Michael Buffer
You sold out, I saw what you did last summer
I'm a foul motherfucker, like old school Slick Rick
With your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover
This boom-bip boom-bap true funk
I'm from New York City, I do not get crunk
I'm so damn talented, I'm so damn gifted
I'm the grand poobah, the grand master, the grand wizard
Big Gutz, hold up, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercuts, bow down to your highness
He a legendary rhymer, hardy har
Yeah, he walk through fire, la-dee-da
Big Gutz, hold up, it's L.I.'s finest
Ten hut, uppercuts, bow down to your highness
He a legendary rhymer, hardy har
Yeah, he walk through fire, la-dee-da