 (Seth Binzer and Bret Mazur)
Now we push rhymes, crazy rhymes
Words forced fed to your mind trace the source brother, brother
Face the music, don't confuse it for another
Nothing comes close to this
Kiss the sky.
These grands change hands as our fans multiply we push rhymes
Ppeople gather round when we kick them go boy
Shifty stick em, ha ha ha stick em
Burning bridges, smoking ism
Losing my religion, shooting the breeze, we got these MC's ass kissing
If you can't take the heat get your ass out the kitchen
I freak it off the wall crammin,' slammin', points of view into your fucking skull bitch
That's why we stick em.
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Stick em ha ha ha stick em, ha stick em, ha ha ha
Stick em, ha, ha, ha stick em
Stick em stick em stick em
Stick em ha ha ha stick em, ha stick em, ha ha ha stick em.
Well I tapped you on the spinal with an anesthetic epic is the definition written into grooves of vinyl
It's called survival, when I drop the stylish into friction/tectonic traits drifting like the plates
It shakes like the quakes in Cali
The mystic maharaji
Mission of the kamikoze come back kid
Producer supper status
I'm here to claim my rein as the baddest beat peddler
So place your bet middler
The rough is a blaze and yo, were smoking out the fiddler
We're sippin on a hundred proof liquor welcome to the dooms day dawning
Hot like the sun, no time to relax we pack the dooms day gun.
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Call me a drifter, richer when I hit you with the stick em
I'm talking shit, the pit starter a wanted man
The one who cuffed your daughter to my bed stand and I talk a lot of shit because I know a lot of shit
I know, I said I'd quit but I just want another hit
It's madness pimpin like Gladys
The baddest maintainer status that is no question
Releasing tension as we step into the seventh dimension
This jabber jaw's jaws are slapping
We's what's happening
The bones are breaking and fingers snapping
The pressure is on with non stop action whether banging your head or steady maxing.
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