Artist: 2PAC Album: All Eyez On Me Song: Got My Mind Made Up Dat Nigga Daz: You find an MC like me who's strong leavin mutha fucka's aborted with verbal support when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though with a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those who can we stand, the more power of gain and make it possible for me to drop a few to wrecks ya brain imagine to keep on wishin upon a star finally realizing who the fuck you are when I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded, would it be the greatest MC of all time when I created rhyme for the simple fact when I attack [I'll cut ya tires?] my attempts to ride every time all night I faced with the scars beyond this beam or bar for me to put down my guard I'm faced with it, I'm a ride breakin in gas with '68 all day in an out, with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... Tupac: So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation so you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin we must be based on nothin better than communication known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations sorry I left that azz waitin' no more procrastination give up to fate, and get that azz shakin I'm bustin and makin mutha fucka's panic don't take ya life for granted put that azz in the dirt you sware the bitch was planted my lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to Rhythm Nation but thugged out, forgive me Janet who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls you know, the way the games get controled yo two years ago, a friend of mine told me that is a bitch that blows ya mind bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat Method Man: I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on... get in get in too let it ride tonight's tha night Dat Nigga Daz: Well I comes through with two packs of tha bomb pro [prolex???] for protection so my fuckin sac won't collapse cauz nowadays, shits evading the x-rays sending young mutha fucka's to an early grave I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's shows my hearts as cold as the tundra electryfing like thunda I'm just too much rough and raw with that mutha fuckin' poisonous touch I'm a MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bomb Bay ya got dissed, that's before it's in cast like [Bob May?] My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind as the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand [????] there's no escape, na I ain't blastin' I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin' opposed to laughin' raw maniacal villian laughter enhances the chances of tha killin' why is that? cauz smilin' faces decieve you best believe two MC's, I'm the deadliest disease my thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm chasin Vorhees In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite Mic's my verbal snipe, your vocabal site I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause fall so all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere the raida rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator I rock from here to there, to Philly and back to LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps as your views get overshadowed when you come in contact beware, second, prepare to enter verbal combat Method Man: Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up [____] wit german [____] the mister Mef Tical from Staton Isle will be back after this message don't touch tha dial rarely do you see and MC out for justice got my gun powder and my musket... Blau! melons get swellin, I paint mental pictures like Magellen half of my clan, we be's felons niggas best protect they joint tha nine nickel man I stay on point like icicles now who want to test Tical then test Tical all up in ya mutha fuckin mouth head banga boogie catch me on tour with [Al Doogie] Method Man roll too tight, you can fool me better take one and pass or that's that azz your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast Redman: a yo... lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards let's face it, there's no replacement taste this, mad underground basement shit I'm laced with avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm spliffted Funk Doctor who spot bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of [????] tha dogs can't fetch got the clear spot from tha rear block two plus til every nigga tear drop men I fear not hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot with this underground cannibis I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst the proceeds like K's my degrees freeze cauz secondtively like EPMD LP's Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake so I erase the whole front row out cha way I plan my escape in case J or a snake bust it I'm tha one pushin a hurst in the first place confidence for you shaky azz folks pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked choke, off this anecdope got you ope, zeros by my lyrical Billy Dee forty-five colt And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels] [West, list this, this, this...]