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[Verse 1: Bareda] May I have your attention please I'm sorta like a motivation speech on vintage keys You'll see I ain't the same nigga I used to be, but you'll get used to me I've changed, got some shit on my brain I want the youth to see Twisted like a tuba, got boys in the hood like Cuba do Words like a movie that move ya that's so beautiful And that's because I can't leave the studio 'til it's suitable To have you in your cubicle groovin to this musical And off this chronic, yeah, you'll be astonished When I shoot like a comet & put his lights out like the Amish So you better watch your comments before you vanish, kapoof! I'm sick as vom in the booth, I told you I was the truth A block smoker I'm blazin like I'm diagnosed with severe glaucoma Shockin' like Oklahoma Niggaz know I'm just that nigga from the dirty Murder Mitten Where bullshit is forbidden and haters never forgiven got me [Chorus] This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics Turn it up (Turn it up) {*4X*} This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit Just can't stop it, 'til your speakers poppin' Turn it up (Come on) {*4X*} [Verse 2: Hush] I was born to chop verses and slice words from cursive With slurs so diversive when I spit so perversive This new tyrant who's flows just like a hydrant Will have you sweatin' bullets 'til you bust when your perspiring There's no denyin' it once I put my stamp on it Detroit's the Newcleus of this blaze like Jam on it We're focused in your face like Sean Dalon With Bareda's in your grill and Low down like Mr. Wrong See it's just magic cause the heat is so poetic And we ain't dramatic we just spit you're so pathetic And it's done daily like Carson, it's arson Like a four-alarm fire on beats we're Molotovin' So call a medic cause the crew's about to set Like Detroit in '84 when the Tigers won the Pennant Cause we reinvented this game and to us it's hats off So pass the mic with the serial numbers scratched off [Chorus] [Verse 3: Los] You don't know me I'm sick as Ebola and walk wit OG's Black Cobras under your pillow while you sleep I'm like glaucoma, I'm impossible to see Now I'm locked on you and it's impossible to leave I crush 'em like dominos wit hollows and watch him holla And spit on you coppers there's no alliance who could stop us A dog without a collar and my chamber's open Leave your brains on the ground While you're reaching' for holsters Fuck the jury and the judge only verdict is blood My appearance is what you muthafuckers mimic in mirrors You're too scared to come near us duck your head cause you fear us Infra-red while you stare your passenger's incoherent From all the guns that they're hearin' my attitude is explosive Handle feuds with explosions I get moved when overdosed with Congac and Molsons never heard a man cry Cause my barrel was choking him, let him die ain't no hope for him [Chorus]
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