Frum Da Tip Of My Tounge (fastest Rap Ever) Lyrics

Frum Da Tip Of My Tounge (fastest Rap Ever) lyrics

Droppin' tha glow like this be brangin' an' sockin' 

tha rythm i be feelin',
it's right and rockin' one yo, 

i'm singin' an bringin' on to, as long as
i'm singin' 

i'm breakin' tha feelin' and tha rythm because hip-hop


become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style 

like this, be
poppin' kris tha lyrical twist comin' 

from chi-town i know that hip-hop
was never out. 



Chorus: How was tha rhyme brung? Frum da tip of my


tounge, yo, how was tha rhyme brung? Frum da tip of my 

tounge, how
was tha rhyme brung? Frum da tip of my 

tounge, yo, how was tha rhyme
brung? Frum da tip of my 

tounge, how was tha rhyme brung? Frum da tip of
my 

tounge, yo, how was tha rhyme brung? Frum da tip of my 

tounge, how
was tha rhyme brung? Frum along tha tip of 

my tounge... 



Kick,
rock tha 2nd verse betta' than tha first showin' 

tha hip-hop heights my
types are flowin' but tha best 

ah ti, like from tha imagination this was
quick way 

to quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin' 

gimme
tha recipe, showin' like tha passion of tha 

erection of tha visual style,
jus' to confuse tha 

smart people from don't know, ya'll sayin my style is


whack, cause ya'll busta cap, which i be singin' sayin' 

i'm a lyrical
midget, watch me then say fi-fy-fum 

show me like a veteran, then in
incrediblethat ya'll 

be stung by, it's a flow funk that i eat like a
wee-wee 

see me be ge be, dj G he into ti-ti, holla' then i'm 

fine,
stand on tha line look at me like pee-pee, 

rockin' ah me stylin' rockin' a
me whilin' see them 

tracks, then i just sip them like it's cocoa, it's a


little thing that sing like ching ching, merceless 

watchin' me when i
stiff on them like a photo funky 

stylin' whilin' i'ma drop tha flow i'ma
lyricalist i 

watch a funky skyline, pump a mic watch along it's 

sing
along, like a mother i think that i better high- 

wire... 



Chorus




Face tha lyrical rythm of this lick i'm throwin' a 

blista in tha
upper body, bring em' up so quick i 

can't even lose hair, rythm ah rock
block tha funky 

rocks drop, when i come i hear a knock knock like


whose there? Twista breakin' em' off it's a magical 

rythm it's off on
tha station it's a lyrical race an 

chasin' sucka's that my funky rythm'll
rate rotas 

quotas notice how my funky hocus pocus broke his neck...




Chorus