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[Hook]
These boys beating around the bush without causing contusions
Crew will stomp 'em to death, man, I guess they Jump To Conclusions
No confusions, but I'm Confucius with the consciousness
They useless, they need sponsorship; they 'bout to catch a consequence
I'm rapping all kinds of shit.
This mic a reconnaissance of my cognizance
But I guess these people never Change, though, that's Common Cents-
And I'm... charged up...
I'm charged up.
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[Verse 1]
Time to Raise Arms to Rise... Son, this a eulogy (Day-Day / @YD)
Ya Whole Site catching bullets. I'm Up, Lifting my Community.
This the perfect start to the middle of the Fall
Their hands closed and feet out-
The same niggas Guilt Tripping from it all
Y'all ain't got the Arsenal.
Ya crew against what y'all barely can face.
A pocket full of ammunition,
If I give all I got then it's a charity case.
Okay, the flow is moving -- it's airing this place.
My drops Dump Knowledge and Take Out Trash,
But with all the old niggas like you, it couldn't compare to the Waste
...Still, I could see it coming.
And I waited for 'em to send something
Happened just like a Jailbreak,
I was at the War, 'den I could hear The Pen Rushing
I live for the craft while y'all focus on putting up wins
Suited for a Funeral for the lames that's Pushing Buttons
Professor Frost since day one but they neglect the teachers
Fake fucks got the wrong Makeups,
At least when I write nobody has to Check for Features
You faggots can't compete with the best when the threshold high
A crew of poets? But what you all specialize is telling special lies
Funny how y'all shit still stink yet y'all Washed Up...
Cleaning Up The Game y'all made; to play it didn't cost much
We starting to collect, your crew can't see how to connect
Zero Contacts = Tunnel Vision + it's obvious, y'all Lost Touch
A certain low life had attempted a "burn", I thought it was unusual
Thought he'd be more concerned with the sperm under his cuticles(@Letterman)
In Hip-Hop I'm the Alpha, bet anything that the mission is my hobby
I'll beat his ass from A to Z: that's the Definition Of A Body
So I'll be here... just waiting,
The true God MC, and I really hope you're prepared to face him
Disarm us?
Watch us drop a bomb, dust scatter as I light a cigar up
Y'all can't harm much, you niggas won't starve us.
I'm charged up.
[Outro]
I’m so sorry
Did you hope I was crying?
It was rough without you
It was rough without you
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