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[Zaakir] Yo, I create off drum drops and ate away blacktops Grab the mic so you don't react The double X Polo shirt with the hat to match In fact, we verbally vibrate your track [Marc 7even] Then crush your confidence like plastic condiments Build you up to break you down like forgotten monuments The question is this: will they return with the hot shit? Or keep it on the low flow [Charli 2na] Yo, and for you confused bastards, Tuna the blues master Quick to grib the mic, crews fast and sound clashing Critical mass, pinnacle blast have been deflected Hypodermic vocals I flash get you infected [Akil] I don't sip on brew, so this Bud's for you Speak when spoken to whenever you come through My vibes fill you, Internal Revenue You rhyme prostitute
Written by: Charles L. Stewart, Courtenay D. Henderson, Dante Lamar Givens, Lucas Christian MacFadden, Marc F. Stuart, Mark Ali Potsic, Martin Marty Louis Paich
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