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    "Call the National Guard" Lyrics

    Masters Of Illusion

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    Call the national guard
    Uppity uppity uppity uppity uppity uppity uppity
    Upchuckin' it up
    Spit a sick lateral pattern, and cover 'em up
    'Cause my saliva venom off mandible, sticky to touch
    Secretion burnin' little kid spangers like with no crutch
    My defense similar to Mutumbo, I'm batting yo' stuff
    Also mass for retrieve barkin', I'm sandpaper rough
    Slappin', attackin', subtractin' rappers, backin' 'em up
    This hip-hop here, four hundred rappers explainin' yo' fear
    My science redefining my art, throw combos at nature
    Combinations bigger with handles like Anthony Mason
    My hot style, Bianca and lighter, you want information
    Runnin' track, losin' the quarter, it brought me frustration
    But on these tracks, rappin' 'em faster than NASCAR be racin'
    Partners pit, stoppin' and droppin', they wrinkled like raisins
    Sassy secret styles that I'm stashin' on radio stations
    Givin' birth to masses of rappers to work at plantations
    My sickness Alzheimer's for rhymers, forgot what I'm sayin'
    My repertoire, ready and willing to wreck reputations
    Man I'm comin' at 'em, deadly at 'em
    Kick in the do', swingin' the fo'-oh
    All you heard was Motion don't drink it no, mo'
    Still be totin' Old Gold, might pour it on cereal
    Sewin' lyrics together like ink is material
    You walkin' to fail, watch the landmine
    I land my mind, all over the place kid, I'm past yo' time
    Yo, right on yo' forehead kid I write my rhyme, backwards
    Yo, so you can look in the mirror recite it, forwards
    Yo, the lawnmower that clear cut it
    Yo, blade is spinnin' in yo' ear hear it
    Yo, oscillating, clackty clackty clackty clackty clackty
    Cuttin' 'em up, like Kenny Garden projects in school
    And I'm postin' 'em up
    No apple bring your teacher a 40 before you get flunked
    Similarities to Chocolate Thunder, gorilla with dunks
    That's Darrell Dawkins for you wannabe who fans of the month
    You runnin' bull, chase you and catch you and lasso you up
    My assault blew up in your face before you can duck
    I'm known for minutes of lyrics, lynch like Lennox to back you up
    Travel like hit men from mafia to sack you up
    Post up like street corner salesmen disperse you up
    And burn your life right, in the bond and then smoke you up
    Back in my next life as forty to keep you drunk
    A message to the senator

    The illogicals are scared of Motion
    Call the national guard
    The illogicals are scared of Motion
    Emcees want to battle, even they know they will die
    The illogicals are scared of Motion
    Emcees want to battle, even they know they will die
    The illogicals are scared of Motion
    Emcees want to battle, even they know they will die
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY.
    Written by Kurt Matlin, Paul Laster.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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