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    El Da Sensei / Lyrics

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    "Frontline" Lyrics

    El Da Sensei feat. Pharoahe Monch

    Yo yo yo, huh hah
    Smooth diff' in this, why'all know what's goin' on with this right here
    Yo it's Shawn J., bust it
    It's goin' down like that
    El Da Sensei hah, for the '9-8
    F.T., Mike Zoot, Prince Po' huh, Pharoahe Monch
    The Frontline, huh
    You don't know what's up with this, uhh uhh
    You don't know what's up with this
    Doin drama like dis do', yo check it out check it out

    My vendetta in this form of musical song

    Is to enlighten and brighten the mind through instrument and rhyme
    And fix those inadequate flows that don't adapt
    Makin' snacks on wax plates for DJs to scratch

    Fast slash, cross hatch slash, cross patch
    Every word of mine will be verbally so tight to match
    That or that I hit you harder than Caterpillar trucks
    In the lab where we collaborate or matter will erupt

    From a, music martyr, bust mortar, break the order
    Torch your sound texture, fire water's in my aura
    Your future forefather, your new wave slave wrapped in chains and amulets
    And hard to earn assets

    Yo, niggas game playin' but not name sayin'
    My aim's sprayin', I get mine that's why you stay waitin'
    And vacatin', whether you know it or not, I'ma blow up the spot
    If you owe me a lot, I'ma show up with Glocks

    And you're still wet, pull up your socks, suspend the art
    Sizzle like woks, underground spots, from the city to the boondocks
    Bounce, double wishbone suspension like shocks
    Multiple plans and plots, word

    You know we shine with rhymes all the time
    Keep in mind don't test these MCs who bless (Word)
    Test these MCs
    You know we shine with rhymes all the time
    Keep in mind don't test these MCs who bless (Word)
    Test these MCs (Word what ugh)
    Test these MCs

    I spit fire satire, indeed bleed, phenomenal demographics
    Broadcast my rhyme forecast to eager addicts
    Pave a path many can't outlast

    Who these cats who blast gats rehearsin' lines for a movie cast?
    But as a central, blaze the track engage
    Instamatic sporadic insight pays for days
    With their sickening floss, flip on tracks like Dominique Dawes
    Pause, date back, flows is gettin' flashback

    My existence, spirits in animated film
    Three-dimensionally roller scoped
    With cloakin' devices, skates, stogies and a motor boat
    I hold the Pope for ransom, it's
    The handsomest, assassinatin' Satan
    Leavin' the world Marilyn Manson-less
    I'm in the streets like Sesame
    The recipe - to kill, attain da mil/DeMille like Cecille B.
    The rest'll be the aftermath, the most got statistics
    Pharoahe Monch, Steve Post about to lift it

    I gotta get mine, give it back so you can get yours

    I gotta get mine, give it back so you can get yours

    I gotta get mine, give it back so you can get yours
    Yo yo uhh what

    I'm leavin' your staff mated, makin' these crabs hate it
    I lotta fags rate it and thought I got stagnated
    I'm not some rap nigga that you're dyin to meet
    Just another hungry brother real hungry and tryin' to eat
    And in the streets you better rely on your feet
    Babies is feelin' iron, cryin' to sleep
    Plus the government is supplying the heat
    They goin' psychotic in prison 'cause of the economic additions
    Plus sex and drugs in the bleachers

    3-4 come up, run up in beefcake gun butt-ups
    Crush truck chains, the wiry gold frames
    Chains sums up, the dollars, white collar, blue Range
    Eat my dust up, ten in the bucket in the left lane gainin' momentum
    Cum sendin' comers, fair game, a lot of sumtin' sumtin'
    All in or nothin', silence the sufferin'
    Can't stand the strugglin', some resume games to stain jugglin'
    I muscled in and scribbled my name

    Belittle your brain, the true grain riddle your frame
    Got you forfeitin' the bitch by the middle of the game
    Hostile, impossible to stop below the free
    Buck em down, shook em nothin' at the top of the key
    Prince, I'm nippatant, magnificent moves, strategic
    Smash joints, leavin' the track paraplegic
    Repeat it for those who need it, niggas catch the vibe
    Fish 'n grits, hot sauce, forever embedded inside


    What, ugh, yo, yeah come on, yeah yeah
    By my nigga El Da Sensei, Mike Zoot, ynah I'msayin?
    Okay, F.T., guess why'ld
    I gotta fresh style
    This song was submitted on December 29th, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Allee Willis, Maurice White, Sheldon Maurice Reynolds.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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