Snowgoons, Token, TJ Brown, Big Kurt, Intell - New Kidz On The Blok

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If this game don’t let me in I won’t change my plan for a second
I break the locks, sleep on the couch, I’m stayin' for breakfast
I’m a man, I can manage a man to bein' manic demand
I manage my managers, man, I made an amendment >❓❓❓ ❓❓❓❓< degree in 'em
Please believe me, easy we be defeatin' 'em
I just write all day
I see any resources, I grab it
I see a notebook, I grab it
And the I just storm off
New York I got us, it’s TJ
I’m the Frankenstein, deadest rap game, now it’s alive
I wear the stripes on the sides for me to make the prize
Lock in and makin' bangers I prep and they clip
Hangers, cause anybody that step up that’s its own core danger
I stay in doubt, I look at things different like I’m dyslexic
They hungry up on my weakness almost like they anorexic
Funky lyrics I’m spittin', my flow is sticky like gel is
Hip Hop is just like a puzzle and I’m the piece that’s missin', uh
And they tell me don’t go overseas or mainstream
I’ma do me and don’t let these people control me
I’m the New Era, new kid on the block
I ain’t gon' ever stop, and if I stop I leave 'em with they sound
Never show no weakness, say hold my ground like a steady rock
There’s always a hater in the crud that wants your shine blocked
I’m takin' Hip Hop to it’s regular roots
And if you say I’m the voice of rap you speakin' the truth
Yo -- It’s Big Kurt, motherfucker (Snowgoons) yo
Powerful and consistent, devour you in an instant
Persistently ripple cower you. shower while I’m indifferent
There’s more than just
Your majesties, galaxies away
If you knew the shit that I bet you then you know I’m more than willin' to lead
the way
Better plead and pray I don’t end up with the cheese that I need to play
Now all I gotta do, just exceed his pay
Other than that, when it comes to rap I know I got what I need to achieve okay?
I handle beef, season with reason, better believe I’mma leave the filet for
later
Light shinin' so bright right now I can barely see the shade
Watchin' Barbara strippin' balls on a high definition easel wave
I leave MC’s like, geez you writin', it’s like Jesus fightin' with demons on
behalf of headens bitin', watch your teeth decay
I’m standin' here like, who the fuck wants beef with Big Kurt on the beats of
the streets. come on
Peace you say
Y’all radio cats big time cool, but ya flow weak
I got emerald lungs and a diamond tongue. don’t get punched in them gold teeth