BAd ONe 歌词

Yo, I was a beast before I became a teen I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream Music turning so when hip-hop was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, Ã,Â'Yes y'all!Ã,Â' They tried to take it, and say that I'm too small Cool, 'Cause I don't get upset I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet Back to the lab without a mic to grab So then I add all the rhymes I had One after the another one, then I make another one To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done I get a craving like I beast for nicotine But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean? I'm raging, ripping up the stage and Don't it sound amazing 'cause every rhyme is made and Thought of, Cos it's sort of an addiction, Magnetized by the mixing