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  • Текст песни Chris Webby - Get From Round

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    [Intro:]
    Uh, yessir
    It's Chris Webby
    2-0-3, where you at?
    Ha-ha, yeah

    [Verse:]
    Get from out of my vicinity, listen see
    This is the dude who be flyer than a Griffin, B
    Sippin' tea, gettin' my voice right to strike out willingly
    Ready for the game, already had my epiphany
    Now who could get rid of me, I show no sympathy
    When I hit the track I make 'em jump like Jiminy
    Cricket, and bitches be bewildered by my wizardry
    And opponents be gettin' Michael J Fox jittery
    Can't tell if I'm dreaming, somebody start pinching me
    How do I keep killing these critics with my similes
    Metaphors, I'm the Megazord, y'all feeling me
    I'll rap from now until you count to infinity
    Flower like Mozart, conducting my symphony
    Holding down on stage with my main man Timothy
    Simply a pot-head, I am the epitome
    But I am who I am and nobody could reconfigure me
    You think there was ten of me, the way I crush my enemies
    A guaranteed recipe for disaster, come step to me
    Generally, you don't even know how potent the venom be
    I'm handsome, young and in charge like John Kennedy
    There is no discrepancy, I'm illy with my weaponry
    I got the front goin' at the theater, no one's ahead of me
    I'm losin' it mentally, but flowing indelibly
    So, who here could measure me 'cause you know who Webby be
    Just know that Webby be readily rolling up that Heddy Tree
    Smoking 'til I'm 70, get at me
    And I'm spittin' it fatal
    On demand like digital cable, make heads spin like a Dreidel
    I am able and mad nice, so bitch you better act right
    'Cause steppin' to me is like seeing Clay Aiken and Shaq fight
    Hit 'em so hard that I knock 'em to their past life
    Even though I'm white enough to glow in front of black lights
    That's right, I am the best you can't mess bro
    Nike Kicks, wardrobe trashed from Mark Echo
    Let's go, blazing the shit, got haze in the spliff
    Bitch, I'm number one like I'm taking a piss
    But I spit out number two 'cause what I say is the shit
    Bitch, I'm hungry in the game I need a table for six
    There's no evasion from this, 'cause I'm a leave them on the floor dead
    'Cause y'all are about as hard as an infant's forehead
    I run this shit 'til I got sore legs, I need a stretch
    Hip Hop chia pet, living off of weed and sex
    Line 'em all up, I'll knock 'em down, I can beat the best
    Now I need a breath, I need a rest

    [Outro:]
    Ha-ha, that's just how it is baby
    It's bars all day, I just drop bars
    Whatever hobby, we goin' to the top, baby
    Yessir

    Get from round me [x4]

    Ha

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