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



BODY MOVIN'


Peace

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