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Lockjaw

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Lockjaw

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1  Your silence is my trade   {Your silence is my trade} 1
2  Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade} 2
3  Givin' MC's lockjaw shut up, your silence is my trade   Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!)                               3
4  Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   {Your                  silence is my trade} 4
5  I'm givin' MC's lockjaw shut up your silence is my trade   Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your                 silence is my trade} 5
6                                             I'm givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!) 6
7  Here we go, oh, no, another flow show from the young black dynamo   {Your silence is my trade}                                                       7
1  Lockin' up jaws, MC's pause no lyrical flaws   1
1  Here we go! Oh no,1
2  Another flow show from the young black dynamo2
3  Lockin' up jaws, MCs pause -3
4  No lyrical flaws4
  Hush, when the boss is talkin'  Hush, when the boss is talkin'
  Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'  Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'
8  You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak   You ain't allowed to speak 'cause                              8
9  The Elite don't get with the weak, shut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up   you've reached your peak                                                                   9
10  Boy,        don't try to run up 'cause I chop up crops   The elite don't get with the weak                             10
11  A weak hip hop boy tried to jock my spot and he flopped   Shut up, 'cause I'm burnin' this cut up                             11
12                                   Boy, don't try to run up 12
13  He went down to the concrete ground, I'm a hound when I get down          'Cause                                                              I chop up crops 13
5  A weak hip-hop boy tried to jock5
6  my spot and he flopped6
7  He went down to the concrete ground7
8  I'm a hound when I get down8
  And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack  And I'm back, the mack with a lyrical knack
14  To pack sacks and never pay tax, and when I leave they diss me   To pack sacks and never pay tax                                      14
9  And when I leave they diss me9
  Knowin' they can never get with me  Knowin' they can never get with me
  But he who laughs last gets the most cash  But he who laughs last gets the most cash
  And lives the blast past of rap trash  And lives the blast past of rap trash
15  Gone, left ya, son, gimme a call when you're done   Gone! Left ya, son                                     15
16                                        Gimme a call when you're done 16
17  Your silence is my trade, shut up   Your silence is my trade, shut up! 17
18  Your silence is my trade   {Your silence is my trade} 18
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19  Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   2x:                                          19
20  Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your            silence is my trade} 20
21  Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!)                21
22  Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   {Your                                  silence is my trade} 22
      
  Run, run, run, your time is done, son  Run, run, run, your time is done, son
23  Move out for the well hung young one   Move out for the well-hung       young one 23
24  And I'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks, dead presidents, black   And I'm rackin' up stacks of greenbacks -                     24
25  Peace to my fans and I love ya and I got yo' cover   Dead presidents, black!                                                  25
26  'Cause I'm back to please       and cool off the hot MC's   Peace            to my fans and I love ya            26
27  'Cause they're runnin' around like ants, tryin' to grab their pants   And I got yo' cover                                        27
28  That shit don't make you dance, what's this beat doin'?   'Cause I'm back to please                                     28
10  And cool off the hot MCs10
11  'Cause they're runnin' around11
12  like ants, tryin' to grab12
13  their pants13
14  That shit don't make you dance!14
15  What's this beat doin'?15
  Leavin' your posse ruined  Leavin' your posse ruined
29                                     Stuck my fist in his mouth 29
30  Stuck my fist in his mouth caught him on a whole shout   Caught                                   him on a whole shout 30
31  No pity on the lyrically weak face defeat, retreat, but don't speak   No pity on the lyrically weak                                             31
32  'Cause I ain't through, fool and you ain't true to the mix rules   Face defeat, retreat, but don't speak                                        32
16  'Cause I ain't through, fool16
17  And you ain't true to the Mix rules!17
  You try to flow so you go for what you know  You try to flow so you go for what you know
33  But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro, oh, I can't go slow   But yo, bro, you ain't the flow pro                          33
18  (Ohh!) I can't go slow18
  Gotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo' dough  Gotta grow 'cause I wanna get mo' dough
  Full blown, bad to the bone  Full blown, bad to the bone
34  And known to get it on with a microphone, homes   And known to get it on with                        34
35  Leave my throne alone, I've been to the low zone   a microphone, homes                                         35
36                              Leave my throne alone 36
37  Your silence is my trade, shut up   I've been to the low zone     37
38  Your silence is my trade              Your silence is my trade, shut up! 38
19  {Your silence is my trade}19
20      20
21  2x:21
22  Lockjaw! (Shut up!) {Your silence is my trade}22
23  Givin' MCs lockjaw! (Shut up!)23
24  {Your silence is my trade}24
      
39  Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   Come on, Punish!                               39
40  Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   Punish!                                                          40
3  Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   3
4  Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   4
5   5
6  Come on, punish, punish   6
      
  Your host on the coast is known to boast  Your host on the coast is known to boast
  And roast most that choose to get close  And roast most that choose to get close
41  Put 'em in a lyrical knot, my spot the number 1 slot   Put 'em in a lyrical knot                                 41
25  My spot: the #1 slot25
  But I gotta have beats  But I gotta have beats
42  When I lyrically de feat the weak that try to compete   When I lyrically de-feat the                                    42
43  Get 'em up, if you wanna go head up, What up? do as I instruct, black   weak that try to compete                                                               43
44  'Cause my gat is jack backed and lookin' at your baseball hat   Get 'em up, if you wanna go head-up                          44
45                                            What up? Do as I instruct, black 45
26  'Cause my gat is jack-backed26
27  And lookin' at your baseball hat27
  I rolled over that mess you stole  I rolled over that mess you stole
46  And took control, and then broke the mold   And took control, and then broke the mold! 46
47  Now here I stand, boss man the northwest tip is where I am   Now here I stand, boss man                                        47
48  And I'm runnin' this work like dope, shippin' it in planes, trains and boats   The NorthWest tip is where I am                                                48
49  Up the charts I go, steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos   And I'm runnin' this work like dope                                  49
50  My group is large,         and hard no need for a bodyguard   Shippin' it in planes, trains and boats                              50
51  We flex, rippin' off MC's necks run 'em into critical's pecs   Up the charts I go                                          51
52                                                   Steppin' on toes and throwin' low bolos 52
53  Your silence is my trade, shut up   My group is large, and hard     53
54                                 No need for a bodyguard 54
55  Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   We flex, rippin' off MCs' necks            55
56  Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   Run 'em into Critical's pecs                               56
57  Lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade              Your                  silence is my trade, shut up! 57
7  Givin' MC's lockjaw, shut up, your silence is my trade   7
58         2x: 58
59  Come on, punish, punish 'em           Lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade} 59
60  Punish, punish 'em                                   Givin' MCs lockjaw! {Your silence is my trade} 60
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61  Lockjaw, givin' MC's lockjaw   Come on, Punish!          61
62  Lockjaw, givin' MC's lockjaw   Punish 'em!                62
  Lockjaw, shh   Punish!
28  Punish 'em!28
29      29
30  Lockjaw!30
31  Givin' MCs lockjaw!31
32  Lockjaw!32
33  Givin' MCs lockjaw!33
34  Lockjaw! Shhh34
      


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