| Walk up in the venue with a hand full of matches
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| And a can full of gas it’s about to go down
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| Mixed up tunes and infused them with fumes, boom!
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| That’s how you rock the crowd
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| Level up prestige now enhance the pliers
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| Gotta grip on the game so they can’t deny us
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| On ya feet let me see you put your hands up higher
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| Feel the heat coming off of that amplifier
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| We come through and treat the stage like a seek destroy
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| Hitting punches like a modern day beastie boy
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| So one more time I need all of yall to get hype
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| And fight for the right to party all damn night
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| Special delivery, you got mail
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| I came to spit flames and I will not fail
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| Amped up as hell you can tell from the shot trail
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| Redbull, Coldcock, Molotov cocktails
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| Get a ticket and come witness these wicked Bizarre tendencies
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| Straight from the heart, pumping and giving my bars energy
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| Stretching this art because its best if its artillery
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| Reppin the arch reckon that makes you the arch enemy
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| Ejecting these lames, rejecting ya dames, the best when I flex through these
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| flames wow
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| I step in the game, I wreck em with range, the rest of you check out
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| The aim blow
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| Don’t stop when you cold cock, pirates don’t pick teams, just stick up for your
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| whisky with a Flint lock, can full of kerosene, pocket full of Flint rocks,
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| how I get the club. |
| Hot the roof the roof is on fire, like the mic In the
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| booth it moves it shoots, straight to the stage and it hoops it loops it shoots,
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| out to the fans and they groove it boost the mood, we boot scooch boogey till
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| our screws are loose my dude, coocoo, I ain’t sane at all but I’ll pretend for
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| y’all until I’m in a padded wall, as soon as they all thought that it was safe
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| to rap income back on the attack, like I’m hip hops jaws, dun dun,
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| your whole squad better run son, dub spit, double the voltage of any stun gun,
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| old nuns clinch both buns, whenever my tongue lunge, stunned by the fact I’m
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| immaculately dropping hot dung, Voltron form blazing sword, scorch the score on
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| the score board, slash in the D, for the discrepancies forever more,
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| for every cord, every drum sticks broken when the drums kick, you like that,
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| turn it up, blow both of these speakers and have them burning up,
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| turn down for what, learn from us, if you got two hands here’s your chance
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| throw ‘em up
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| And I’m back with a vengeance
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| Back to attack this rapping Olympics
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| Strapped with a backpack packed full of writtens
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| Straight to the top of the map and back in an instance
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| This is rap intermission
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| Nah this is what rappin is missing
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| Quality entertainment, facts and opinions
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| I’m talking to myself, you just happen to listen
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| Destruction disaster the damage is deep
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| We duck all the dust and we dash the debris
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| Devastation and havoc dispatch the police
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| Let em know that this man is dismantling beats
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| Please pay attention this is the scene
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| He wants to leave but she want to see
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| She wants to meet but he won’t agree
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| He wants to flee but she wants the D
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| They can’t get enough they loving our sound
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| Time to erupt it’s time to get loud
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| It about time we rumble the ground
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| Jump up and up and get down
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| Jump jump put ya hands up
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| Jump jump put ya hands up
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| Jump up and up and get down |