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Versuri-versuri.ro > Versuri Litera T > Versuri T Ice > O.G. Original Gangster - Mind Over MatterIt's been a long while  
 Since I hit ya with freestyle  
 High tech selections  
 From the vaults of the Ice files  
 Kick back relax  
 And watch as I melt wax  
 Don't ever let a borther llike me  
 Ride a dope track  
 Cause once I hit it with the vocltone  
 It's mine  have motherfuckers  
 Rush'n to rewind  
 Cause I'll flow slow  
 And still twist your tongues up  
 Rock the house from night  
 Till the sun's up  
 Cause it relly ain't  
 How much you say  
 it's what you sy  
 I got no fuckin' time on the mic  
 To play  
 I write rhymes  
 With addition and algebra  
 Mental geometry  
 Don't even come at me  
 Talk'n that weak and  
 Popin' that bullshit  
 Get out my face  
 A fool could get his head split  
 A lot of doubters  
 Said it couldn't be done by me  
 them same suckers  
 Are now lookin' from under me  
 Wonder'n what i did  
 I didn't play myself kid  
 I respected my faans  
 And made the high bid  
 Sometimes I write my rhymes  
 At night and fall asleep  
 Wake up with new techniques  
 Grab the pen  
 And place it on some loose leaf  
 Nothin' soft, always the tough meat  
 The white paper and  
 Blue lines excite my mind  
 Not allow'n me to stop the rhyme  
 Until the whole motherfuckin'  
 Book's complete  
 Then I write on the  
 Back of the sheets  
 I maade promise  
 To my brothers in street crime  
 We'd get paid with the use  
 Of a sweet rhyme  
 We put our minds together  
 Made the tracks clever  
 Now we're checkin'  
 More bank than ever  
  
 CHORUS  
 Mind over matter  
  
 I can drop rhymes in twos,  
 And threes and fours  
 nd still have much shit  
 Left for encores  
 Cause once my mind locks  
 In on a dope idea  
 Mothercukin' ducks  
 Should stand clear  
 Cause I'm a hit the topic point blank  
 It's jail ya better keep your shank  
 Cause I got mine  
 And I'm out on a solo creep  
 (Uggga!) Your face hits the concrete  
 You wanna roll  
 With the niggas that don't play  
 I think you got false courge  
 Get out my damn way  
 Cause the car I'm in  
 Is rollin' full of men  
 No kids or boys, E got the Mac 10  
 Islam's got the Zulu Nation back up  
 DJ Aladdin's who  
 Hooked the fuckin' track up  
 Syndicate's make'n the move  
 With the ski masks  
 And I'm house'n the long cash  
 So now you realize  
 You underestimated the Ice  
 You thought that I was OK  
 But now you realize I'm nice  
 But that's alright  
 Cause I knew I'd mke it in the end  
 Those who like me now  
 Might not of liked me then  
 But I'm a keep impressin'  
 Stressin' my lesson  
 And keep motherfuckers guessin'  
 Armor plate my mind  
 With walls and shields  
 As I escape from the killing fields  
 Mind over matter  
  
 Wise up  
 Move the tempo of this hype groove  
 You know this shit is dope  
 So what you try'n to prove  
 Vu's max as Evil E  
 My niggaa dogs the wax  
 My brain's a handgrenade-catch  
 I'm a hit you with an over load  
 Of bottomless thought  
 Reversin' all the shit you're taught  
 Then throw words at you  
 Syl-la-ble-at-a-time  
 Your brain recites the rhyme  
 No matter what you do  
 The power's over you  
 when you sleep  
 You'll be say'n these rhymes too  
 Cause the brain has the power  
 To control all  
 Think positive  
 You'll be unable to fall  
 Brain cells swell  
 Thought process becomes a trance  
 Makes you feel posessed to dance  
 I'll say I want a million  
 My mind is so deep  
 I'll be bustin' a check for it next week  
  
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