Got My Mind Made Up

[Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz] You find a MC like me who's strong Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Khan, though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those Who can withstand the more power I gain? That make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck yo' brain Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star Finally realizin' who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded Would it be the greatest MC of all-time? When I created rhyme For the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride Our intention to ride, every time, all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride Breakin' in gas with a .68 all day In-and-out with my pay, assume to count the bodies [Verse 2: 2Pac] So mandatory my elevation, my lyrics like orientation So you could be more familiar with the nigga you facin' We must be patient, nothin' better than communication Known to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations Sorry, I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination Give up to fate, and get that ass shakin' I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic Don't take your life for granted Put that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted My lyrics motivate the planet It's similar to "Rhythm Nation", but thugged out, forgive me, Janet Who's in control? I'm activatin' your souls You know the way the games gettin' told Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat [Chorus: Method Man] I got my mind made up, come on (Come on) Get in, get into it (Get on it) Let it ride (Get with it), tonight's the night I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get into it (To it) Let it ride, tonight's the night [Verse 3: Kurupt] Well, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylac's For protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse (Uh) 'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MCs Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' Bombay You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei My rhymes'll leave a mark on your mind As the deadly virus spread through your head like Sand Palm There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin' I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin' Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of the killin' Why is that? 'Cause smilin' faces deceive You best believe, to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees (Uh) In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics My verbal snipe your vocab on site I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall (Yeah) Should already have an idea about the superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator (Equation) I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat [Verse 4: Method Man] Fuck you losers While you fake jacks, I make maneuvers Like Hitler stickin' up **** with German **** The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial (Yeah) Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan Half of my clans repeat felons Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels Man, I stay on point like icicles Now, who wanna test Tical, then tes-ticles All up in your motherfuckin' mouth Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast [Verse 5: Redman] Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genital backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this mad underground basement shit I'm laced with Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor, who? Spock, bitch, don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from the rear block To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop Since your crew suit you to shift Now, you claim that your gears locked Whiff this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst Flip MCs like ki's My degrees freeze consecutively, like EPMD LPs Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case Jake wanna snake Bust it, I'm the one pushin' the hearse, in the first place Confidence for you shaky-ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoke Choke off this antidote, got you hope Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt (And I'm out for nine-nickel) [Outro: Inspectah Deck] I-N-S the Rebel Wist, bliss, this Sis', bliss