| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 73% | That's how I make it, that's how I'm gonna shake it down | ▶️ |
| 70% | Kickin' the bass, I like it deep, I work night-times, I don't sleep, strive To be the best I can, don't judge a person till you know, my man, two brothers Call the 4th floor when the Baron MC got rhymes and more I'm the blade, I ain't no toy, and that's because I set slip, boy, the work is done One of you in my pocket, heard the jam, and I rock it, shake that ass, go for cert Don't you stand there like a jerk who won't ask a lady, take a chance Now let me see you dance, I'm a freak, can't you tell, and I just can't help myself | ▶️ |
| 74% | I feel my love, it burns on your body Just give up a shake | ▶️ |
| 68% | Brethren, it's time once again to seize the public's attention, to spread the word far and wide. Los Angeles demands that her residents be deafblind and unconscious. They do not hear the gunshots and the children screaming. They do not see the mountains for the smog. They sleepwalk through the crowds, the freeway traffic jams. Their sun shatters into splinters of concrete glass and steel. And when their heads pound and their eyes burn, they close the window of the BMW, blast the air conditioner and turn up the volume on the CD player. Enough! I prepare to manifesto that will alert the citizens to the evils of this living death. My words will shake them like a 7.5 earthquake. Your role is to see to it that my treatise is printed in the LA Star Morning Edition. This Vacho tells you, listen. | ▶️ |
