Magic & Issam's Groove
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So what's up my brothers Infinite J and T. Hassan
What's up
What's going on with you T. Hassan, man
Now you're coolin' man, I heard you got the wack off wax
Oh yeah, man, you know I had to subtract that
Suckers, oh yeah
Yo, man, so it's about time for everybody
To realize me and you the group, man
Yes, DJ Magic Mike and T. Hassan
Oh yeah, so go ahead and drop some knowledge on these suckers, man
Here we go
Stop, look and listen, what you're missin'
Some are dissin', fishin' for admission
To the show, let's go to a tempo
Never told 'til I flowed, now it's simple
T. Hassan's the name, deadly as acid rain
No pain, no gain, my aim is to ascertain
Who's the best among the rest
The less I guess who pressed the mess, the better
Come on back to a different groove
Let your mind be soothed, but don't lose
Control, 'cause I'm on a roll and I'll expose your weakness
Like the Preakness
A triple crown winner, much thinner
But large when it comes to bogarting pretenders
And if you send a rhyme that's not prime
I'm not kind, better luck next time
Next time, what about this time?
My mind will outshine
Outdo the few who view the two
Me and you can pursue other avenues
Here's your clue, solve it, evolve it
Then it's my turn to revolve it
Make it better than ever before, never a bore
Now I'm sure
Sure enough to be rough, to get tough
So buff your stuff before you rush and get snuffed
Out of the picture, more rhymes to hit ya
Wherever I sit ya, I soon forget ya
You're a memory, quick as Emory
An overnight delivery, shivery
Dead, now you fled 'cause you bled
From the words I said, instead
You ran, not a man, yes I can
Catch ya, but I'll let ya
Move, 'cause this is the groove that I choose
Refuse to lose and abuse all crews
Learn the rules before you play and say
You didn't stay 'cause you couldn't sway and hey
What's the difference if I hit you mentally?
Your brain cells'll fail, that's the penalty
For disruptin', no need for fussin'
From Florida, but no cussin'
Out of Orlando, more like Marlon Brando
The Godfather, so get a handle
On everything I give, everything I gave
From the book, I overlooked the crave
A Farrakhan follower, and if I collar ya
The little knowledge you have, I swallow 'em
Up and hush, you speak too much
In such a case, without haste, I erase and replace
Faces, places, never leaving traces
Bases full until I step up, then all hell erupt
Like the rhythm I give 'em and hit 'em harder than that
In fact, I fill 'em up with tracks, Black
They don't lack, soon to be on wax
So if you're new, Jack, well step back
'Cause this is a force, let it run its course
And here's your source of remorse, of course
I don't horse around, I just get down
With sounds that pound and now I'm bound
To take your crown that I found to be vacant
So it's time for me to take it
And put it 'round my waist and start makin'
Records, and I know you'll select it
'Cause everything I do is perfected
To its highest form, then I'll swarm
Over the crowd, make it loud while I stand on
The stage, take it to another phase
And play in ways the craze'll make (Mic displays)
Beats and breaks, so I take and make words
Prefer to be heard like reverb occurs
More than once, a bunch of rhymes together
Those who said never (Ah, whatever)
Forever I entertain whenever you hear my name
T. Hassan, come along and catch the train
Not too late, don't wait, pick up the pace
And face the race with haste and place the waste
Where it belongs, not in this song, you're wrong
It's too strong, so be gone
Back to wherever you live and give advice
To those who take light, it's a sacrifice
You must learn, you must be ready to earn
'Cause every turn could turn, you'll get burned
Hot as a fire, so admire and get set to move
To the Magic and Hassan groove
Alright, my brother, alright, so you rockin' the dope lyrics
But first, before we get out of here, man
I gotta say peace to the Royal Brothers
You know they in full effect, man
And yo, I wanna say what's up to my homies
Yo, our manager Tom Reich in the house, man
My homeboy
My cuz DJ Scratch up the way
Chris Brown to my homie in Germany, Private Hot Rod Tony
My boys down south, Side Effects, rockin' the dope style
And to all the people that like to diss and don't support the crew
Ah, whatever
Yeah, we outta here, man, peace