McSerch. Cast away all of your rhymes into a shredder. Got with my girl, the first day that I met her. Tip-toe, tip-toe, try to step light. And if you say I can't well then I might, be. All I
Here It Comes" by M. C. Serch. B-boys decoys will try to destroy deploy the truth in black hoods and. Black boots, caps get knocked only when they're fitted, lyrics get. Dropped only when they're
McSerch. Here it comes! Yo here it is or there it was. But where was it when you need it? Because. You fall to the waistline when you waste rhymes. Serch got a flow when it comes to fat beats
F/ Chubb Rock, Nas, Red Hot Lover Tone. . Chorus. Back to the grill again, the grill again (repeat 6x). . McSerch. You need a posse the size of the Nazis to attack this. And you're more
F/ Fatal. . McSerch. Once again, this is your brain. This is your brain on drugs *egg starts frying*. This is your brain on social narcotics. Any questions?. . Do you sell drugs (No) Do you
"This is probably the most challenging record. You have ever put on your turntable. ". . McSerch. The facts, the facts get fried like your eggs scrambled. Truth until it falls off the ledge
