Got My Mind Made Up

(Daz)
You find an MC like me who's strong,
Leavin' mother fuckers aborted, with no verbal support.
And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Kahn, though.
With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those.
Who can withstand? The more power I gain,
and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck your brain.
Imagine and keep on wishing upon a star,
Finally realizing who the fuck we are.
When I penetrate, it's been withstanding, faded.
would it be the greatest MC of all time?
When I created rhyme for the simple fact,
when I attack I crush your pride.
My intention to ride, every time all night.
I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar.
for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride.
Breakin' in gas with the six-eight all day.
In and 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 the nigga you facing.
We must be based on nothing better than communication.
Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stations.
Sorry I left that ass waiting.
No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that ass shakin'.
I'm bustin and makin mother-fuckers panic.
Don't take your life for granted, put that ass in the dirt.
You swear 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 activating your souls.
You know, the way the games getting told.
Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine
told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind.
Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote.
Taking off my coat, clearing 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 the night
I got my mind made up, come on.
get in, get in too
let it ride. tonight's the night

(Korrupt)
Well I comes through with two packs
of the bomb prophalacs for protection,
So my fuckin sack won't collapse.
'Cause nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young mother fuckers to an early grave.
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra.
Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much.
Rough and raw with that mother fuckin poisonous touch.
I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' bom-bay.
You got dissed, that's before it's in death like balmay.
My rhymes, I leave a mark on your mind.
As the deadly vibes spread through your head like sand pine.
There's no escape. Nah, I ain't blastin'.
I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those asking.
Opposed to laughing, raw maniacal villain,
Laughter enhances the chances of the killing.
Why is that?  'Cause smiling faces deceive.
You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease.
My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe.
Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Vorhees.
In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics.
My verbal snipe, your vocab on site.
I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all.
So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall.
You already have an idea about the superior sphere.
The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the 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, set and prepare to enter verbal combat.


(Method Man)
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with German (lugers).
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
will be back after this mess-age don't touch the dial.
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice.
Got my gun powder and my musket -- blow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan.
Half of my Clan's three deep felons.
Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel.
Man, I stay on point like icicles.
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical,
All up in your mother-fuckin' mouth.
Head banger boogie,
catch me on tour with Al Doogie.
Method Man roll too tight, you can't fool me.
Better take one and pass or that's that ass.
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)
Hey yo, lyrical gas spittin' the 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 your whole camp when I'm splifted.
Funk Doctor who, Spock bitch don't get it twisted.
I got connects like Federal Express,
to get the fresh package of bless, the dogs can't fetch.
Got the clear spot from the rear block
to bust till every nigga here drop, men I fear not.
Hold your nose and blow out till your ears pop.
Since your crew suit you to shift now you claim that you gets lot.
With this underground cannabis,
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst.
Then proceeds like keys.
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's.
Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake,
So I erase the whole front row at the wake.
I planned my escape in case Jake or a snake bust it.
I'm the one pushin' the hearse in the first place.
Confidence for you shaky ass folks.
Pump for Rockefeller for the day he got smoked.
choke, off this anecdote got you ope.
Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt,
And I'm out for nine nickel .
(INS the rebels)
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Transcription 1996 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur, D. Arnaud, R. Brown.
Copyright 1996, Death Row Records/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.