 Ryu:
yo we light em up without a glitch
in the pacific and lock wings
shot stinger we double deep, swinging
we swap MIGs
what's up?
are you ready to conquer the globe?
me too
battle at will with the same gills we breathe through
the 20-ton 40-foot point 1
massive attack battery pack at capacity point guns
alkali-driven to shoot gifts given at risk
rippin a piece of of rythym
entangle, ribbon, and flip like
yo, lets plan a murder
start a religion and twist vision to fit further
imprison people to listen
yo, split decision
more like a mic incision abouts
i'll beat you in the brain until your thoughts fall out
yo, gigantic flo-frantic globe lamp
in japan, france, and rome dance communist anthem
wind up on the mount with the pitcher
we toss tantrums
rap becomes another endeavor that can't amp 'em
Tak:
yeah, yo, yo
the g i g a n t o r
wud it look like
something with a molecular form
steppin' us on that ah' more
sleepin, the words yet
da force
keepin the verse gets the first
still perfect
plug in my circuits
reverse it
i i i study my purpose
somebody let me out of the shell
i develope the spell of the ain't shit
would coulda splashed in your face shit
fingerpaint sasquash mouth full of language
idenified the foreign exchanges
see i form of styles what?
forever come off rough
call me Tak, your automo-ma-bile with the til'
hand can' with the mic
its sand pikes
centipedes
wud traps
thought whu' fair fight
huh, what happened to the kicks and the clappin
kidnapped 'em reserved for the words and the fashion
thats why we came on land and
picked the pockets of the sleepy
greet me, i command it
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