Got My Mind Made Up

Written by T. Shakur, D. Arnaud, R Brown

Featuring Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt, Redman, Method Man

Dat Nigga Daz:
You find an MC like me who's strong
leavin mutha fucka's aborted
with verbal support
when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
with a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
who can we stand, the more power of gain
and make it possible for me to drop a few to wrecks ya brain
imagine to keep on wishin upon a star
finally realizing who the fuck you 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'll cut ya tires?]
my attempts to ride
every time all night
I faced with the scars beyond
this beam or bar
for me to put down my guard
I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
breakin in gas with '68 all day
in an out, with my pay
I'm soon to count the bodies...

So mandatory my elevation
my lyrics like orientation
so you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
we must be based on nothin better than communication
known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
sorry I left that azz waitin'
no more procrastination
give up to fate, and get that azz shakin
I'm bustin and makin mutha fucka's panic
don't take ya life for granted put that azz in the dirt
you sware 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 acvtivatin yo souls
you know, the way the games get controled
yo two years ago, a friend of mine
told me that is a bitch that blows ya mind
bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote
takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat

Method Man:
I got my mind made up, come on... [come on]
get in get in too [get on it]
let it ride [get wit it]
tonight's tha night
I got my mind made up, come on...
get in get in too
let it ride
tonight's tha night

Dat Nigga Daz:
Well I comes through with two packs
of tha bomb pro [prolex???]
for protection
so my fuckin sac won't collapse
cauz nowadays, shits evading the x-rays
sending young mutha fucka's to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my hearts as cold as the tundra
electryfing like thunda
I'm just too much
rough and raw with that mutha fuckin' poisonous touch
I'm a MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin' Bomb Bay
ya got dissed, that's before it's in cast like [Bob May?]
My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind
as the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand [????]
there's no escape, na I ain't blastin' I use my mental
to assassinate assassin's
for those askin'
opposed to laughin'
raw maniacal villian
laughter enhances the chances of tha killin'
why is that?
cauz smilin' faces decieve
you best believe
two MC's, I'm the deadliest disease
my thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe
ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees
In the heat of the night
is when I defeat and ignite Mic's
my verbal snipe, your vocabal site
I'm out tha cut, uncut
and raw with no clause fall
so all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall
ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere
the raida rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator
I rock from here to there, to Philly and back
to LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps
as your views get overshadowed when you come in contact
beware, second, prepare to enter verbal combat

Method Man:
Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, stickin up [____] wit german [____]
the mister Mef Tical from Staton Isle
will be back after this message don't touch tha dial
rarely do you see and MC out for justice
got my gun powder and my musket... Blau!
melons get swellin, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
half of my clan, we be's felons
niggas best protect they joint tha nine nickel
man I stay on point like icicles
now who want to test Tical
then test Tical
all up in ya mutha fuckin mouth
head banga boogie
catch me on tour with [Al Doogie]
Method Man roll too tight, you can fool me
better take one and pass or that's that azz
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

a yo...
lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics
non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards
let's face it, there's no replacement
taste this, mad underground basement
shit I'm laced with
avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm spliffted
Funk Doctor who spot bitch don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
to get the fresh package of [????]
tha dogs can't fetch
got the clear spot from tha rear block
two plus til every nigga tear drop
men I fear not
hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop
since ya crew suit you to shift
now you claim that you get's lot
with this underground cannibis
I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst
the proceeds like K's
my degrees freeze cauz secondtively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake
so I erase the whole front row out cha way
I plan my escape in case J or a snake bust it
I'm tha one pushin a hurst in the first place
confidence for you shaky azz folks
pump for Rockafeller for the day he got smoked
choke, off this anecdope got you ope, zeros
by my lyrical Billy Dee forty-five colt
And I'm out for nine nickel [INS tha rebels]
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