How you doin'? I'm Mr. Mos, I'm back Timb, are you on it? Timb, are you on it? Give me some Is this what you wanted? Is this what you wanted? Oh I'm
*dopes so bad like a mailman So fresh, so *dona??t, Head to the show. Sitting on a white and black car with *Orealeo, 14 is so nice, my flow is so tight
negative 2, ewe Big up the Offishall gal crew, it's Mr. Richie if you never knew Now you know, so ho, don't disrupt the flow 'Cause I'll make your little
type emcees I'm your guidance consular sayin' to "Quit while your ahead!" (*echoes*) Stop spittin' in my ear talkin about you got flows Or you got a single
is to be a real emcee Such as he who's I, clear the third eye to reveal I I remain the high emcee, the Kardinal, Mr. Ritchie Niggas in control over and
they couldn't handle it Too busy tryna sell a ki and a gram for it Get a little success and they sell out they man for it Mr. Kardinal's coming now cause
I got a new name That you can call me Instead of dope yall just refer to me As mr. one hell of a nigga Who you know do it bigger? Than me and Chris Brizzle? The flow
dem kiss the sky Everything a everything so you know Kardinal don't have to lie Nah - the world is what I want I'm not gonna lose my flow trying to flaunt
Mr. Perez Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth And nothin' but the truth, so help you God? Fuck you, Honor Pitt is back for another one This
Mr. Magpie You got some nerve coming here You got some nerve coming here You stole it all Give it back You stole it all Give it back Good morning Mr
for Mr. Frump's reply and Mr. Frump would say Well, unfortunately, soon it came to be Mr. Frump's dying day So now I bring to you the very last thing That Mr
through, your not even equal Never second guess a professor [Chorus 2x] But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes] [Mr
me chips. {Nigga's owe me chips.} And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.}[x2] Layzie: Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector; needin' me
Bone- 'Cause we make the songs, no matter what you feelin', dig it, vibe out the Bone, Straight of the dome, up in it player lets go, flow so strong. -
's the one that ride We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself [unverified] for fuckin' with the bone flow
To keep me out the mood of premeditatin' Yo, the log around my lone is worse I'm havin' thoughts of killin' me, but I'm killin' you first Mr. Kindness
, the nigga Mr. Swisher, and Mr. Flows Mr. Brick, Mr. Killer Grams Nigga, Mr. 'Bows Mr. Slab, Mr. Candy Paint, nigga Mr. Dough And Mr. Eighty Fo', hatin
shit's finest Since 1987, Mr. Scarface Gosh, I'ma stop you at the moment of truth The last man standin, now what you wanna do [HOOK:] So you got tight flows