Stuck Mojo - The Beginning of the End lyrics

The beginning of the end of a new terror
A new era a diligent force
Setting the course to be a
Number 1 rap source
The beats are hype, the rhymes are
Nice, no better than nice
They're cold as ice
My rap style, many variations
Causing emcees to go on vacation
And find a new occupation
Like leading the nation, an innovation
You'll chant Stuck Mojo
Yeah dis us boy, to hype our popularity
Show clarity if you decide to dis
Understand we can't do this shit for kicks
It's our business just like any other
And you'll discover old time brothers
At the top stagnating
While others are waiting and debating
If they should waking, step on toes
You'll gain automatic foes
But you'll always find those who oppose!

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The beginning of the end, my friend
I grin when the DJ starts to spin
I look to the left, then to my
Right, my man kicks the beats
We start to recite
DooDooraffic lyrics get the
Crowd into hysterics
Don't pay no mind to the
So-called critics, so check it, the B E A T
Yeah that's what hypes me
Yo not a pipe dream
So don't entice me with pretty
Schemes against the team
We're a new voice that's on the scene
Commercial rap, I will not adapt to
It looks like your other rapper wants to
You're gaining success
But you're losing respect
Microphone comedians, I do detest
Ridiculous is your sound and
Your thought patterns
You're screwed up homeboys what happened?
Trying to change your style be versatile?
Sounding like a child
Your efforts are futile
It's like you took a gun
And blew out your brains
Seems like real rap began to be a strain

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The beginning of the end, yeah it's over
To have some luck you need
A four leaf clover, like Rover
You might as well move over son
'cause the Mojo has got your ass on the run
I pull my mic to soothe my appetite
I eat up a sucker just for spite
Spit and sputter naw, I never stutter
Pull off the cover on your camera shutter
Click, did you get a good shot?
Now you're soon to see the
Mojo in a record shop
The beginning of a new day dawning and an
End to those we keep yawning to
We call them all ruddy pot crews
Bitching and crying the hip hop blues
As we cruise, the others gonna lose
You know the rules, so don't say it's cruel
Survival of the fittest, and we're
In it to win, and if you think
We're punking out you might as well forget it
You got it? You read about it in the paper
How the Mojo has solved the caper
Hollow ass followers, that caught the vapors
Whishy wash brothers on their way out
The door they took upon themselves
They tried to explore, but they fell off!!

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