Get the tissues... Cuz we got more issues than "JET" Yo, put up the set Imma make you move until ya body gets wet And all the bouncin' got your head throbbin The sweat got you DRIP DROPPIN' We're just a bunch of kids packed in the basement straight HIP HOPPIN' The direction to our perfection It wasn't an option I stay in my boxin stance "You ready to throw down sucka?!" Then Let's DANCE! Raw southpaw quick to shatter the construction of a glass jaw Who else can get it poppin? Rhymes stay on time like Movado Attitude cold like Colorado Where the air is thin Get them Bodies Movin' until cats yell for more oxygen I got yall all boxed in Ain't no way you can win Now everybody STAND UP, nobody can sit Let's rock this shit until the souls in hell hear us bumpin' inside this pit I cant stop throwin lyrical fits.... My flow spits more "FIRE" than Gambit's Ace Of Clubs I guess I'm the prince of rhymes My DJ's the King of needle Rubs
I cant stop throwin lyrical fits.... My flow spits more "FIRE" than Gambit's Ace Of Clubs I guess I'm the prince of rhymes My DJ's the King of needle Rubs - too muuch.
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az