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No Way
CECIL (Hook)
We got cracks in our armor Got cracks in the ceiling and this axe that we're wielding will react when we're feeling that Crack Attack Attack and we're on you like a Mack truck Your Honor We are that fucking filthy
SIMS
It's 2000 and self destruct and everybody's yelling that shit is all fucked Yuck I never liked the construct of that square wheel Like “money ain't real” …wait…but that ain't real ...Oh, now I get it We could take it all and split it Give it to the village Doomtree villains out for the killing…no kidding Good man but I went a bit bitter when they took a little bit of the dinner off my plate High stakes Okay I'll play but it ain't your game and it ain't your rules cuz it ain't your world and I brought my crew We some dirty lip fuck your rules living ugly goons It's no kings No way You're so vain you probably think it's about you Well it is and it ain't and it ain't, but it is I go so fucking nasty no restraint Well I get props and I play it off I see em hot but I fade em all Hello world it's L.O.P. B.T.Z. Keep your ring Move out my way, let me do my thing let me do my thing Imma do my thing
MIKE
Friction lock rivet Goonish as all fuck Prudent to all stunts Proving the laws of logarithm Like the wag of a dog's tail Bark back Woof! Light the rag on your cocktail Spark that Champ on that slang chop Chump on that chomp rap Prolly a stomp sack Man gimme my prop back Hold your tooth to my non dap I ain't no Diddy boy That Beni know we go scrimp dance Dougie don't stop that! Señor Frreal Z 3 R zero None other, who's kooler Hoola-hooping thru bank 0's Hewlett packing, loogie yacking on Don Hero's Bomb appearance Nights in Paris raw dogging cross limos Toss demos Snot rockets blow up the sub-labels Long tables Calling shots on a crowd potato The slang mongrel with fanged tonsils We slay goblins Gayngly gayng violent Wrangling fake monsters (Hook)
STEF
What's up? No kings No love for your made-up things In the paint but it ain't no game on the wall with a little complaint Leave that stain Weave through cities dodging rain no thing but an open door It's yours No lie but you gotta get dirty man fix your pride We some preach em real, reach em, steal em from low ideals type dudes with a stepped up set of skills and an ick style so kill that wills update daily No frills or pilled up babies No posture phony just rock solid unfuckwitable dropped knowledge No love for the bull horns give em Thorns get em in Swarm, let em make friends with a storm Buddy up get close to the war Insides out, no love for the boring Naw, bored and I bet the hearts off and beating under hardwood flooring Poor man's Poe (Hook)
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