Dom Pachino I Got Music Lyrics

I Got Music Lyrics

f/ Lord Superb







[Intro: Dom PaChino (Lord Superb)]



It's like everything I think about I jot down (That's right!)



My week.. distorted



Yo.. come on man! (Aiyo)



Ya fuckin' wit the Terrorist now (It's him)



 Falling Down on the trizack (It's P.R.)



'Bout to get ya back



Yo aiyo yo.. (The Wu is back.. The Arm', the Team, yo yo)







[Dom PaChino]



It's like everything I think about I jot down



My week distorted, combust and cause a glide sound



To say the least, my best is yet to come



Every since the tender age of young, never thought to be a vete-ran



Veteran makin' niggaz run, still trapped in the slums



Jums under my tongue, razor blade in my gums



Thought he was real but he sung



like the bitch-ass I thought he was from his first impression



He had a weed session, but he need lessons



Plus he need life, he dealin' with death



Suckin' on his last breath, like a pacifier



Thugs for hire, fake thugs expire



Tried to call me a liar, but the truth is in the cypher



Like the proof is in the Port and niggaz in the hooded



Actin' like Dwight Gooden, insane hoodlums



Domination, elected in the hoods, inaugeration



Thoughts be racin, facin' the fear like NARC's erasin'



Stationed in an undisclosed location



Keep food for thought, plus keep the thoughts in activation (Wu!)



My eyes chinky like an Asian



Blazin' radio stations 'cross the nation



Remain patient, plus ready like rotation



Poker face durin' interrogation



Know what you facin', like a bad situation



Niggaz become erased when



the God demonstrates his skill, beyond a record deal



Checkered steel specs with icy fronts in the grill



A neckless is reckless, respect explicit next shit



Hangin' out the Coupe like ya should've expected it



The Terrorist, on this mic piece, I disconnected it



Hang that shit up, son!







[Interlude: Lord Superb]



Emperbalism, come on!



Yo.. get that shit together.



Get that shit together.



Aiyo aiyo.. it's crazy



Yo yo yo.







[Lord Superb]



Jumped out the Hooptie, caked up experience



Like "Who wanna battle?" Say ya words, don't play with Perb



Verbs is murder, emergency, words is water



Battle for ice, MC's I will freeze ya career!



Torture, first enflamed, Rakim taught ya



Then Kane, then it was the Wu/Biggie/Nas era



Ghost the protege, who holds life, we be the



best MC's to bring these niggaz to a close.







[Outro: Lord Superb]



Holla! We big.. aiyo.



Aiyo Dom! We back! Get my rhyme book!



I got another dart.. for the next piece



It don't matter.. who want it? {*echoes*



They don't make it.



Oh.. I thought so.



Wu.. Tang.. we back!







"I got the music with me.. yeeeeeah! yeeeah!" - sampled singer (x2)