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Hahaha ha (Do I hear it now?). It's justice how we do, how we do, y'all (Do I hear it now?). Pop. Come on (Do I hear it now?). Yeah. So who we got? Who we got? Wildchild, Kombo. We doing it up. Kankick



Yes, for each and every cat that I know, this be visionary

This be very specific in words versus some cats that be fictionary

Rocking with my man Kombo

We'll put our foot all up in your crack to give that ass more soul

We're playing humble, watching most cats fumble

And regardless of the gender, when we rocking, this for the crowd contenders (That's right)

Yo, there's always gonna be a cat that wanna combat

Too late. I'm up in the batter box where cats get shattered with Glocks

Kankick grooming up the track and Jack is ready to rock

I see y'all playing the slap shit knowing y'all can't even box

The other day, I caught this cat spitting but caught two in his back so

Brought his rhyme to life ironically, straight up ruined his rap

He lived though. Figured I'd give bro a chance to hear Jack

Bent over while he was bleeding, spit, then threw it in his lap

Y'all know the West gonna make their mark, so hear my law of physics

Critics get the didicks with an exclamation mark



And we always on the lookout for them wack fools (That's right)

‘Cause they're the type who backstab you (Come on)

In the industry, watch your back, dude

‘Cause contracts pocket-jack your ass too

That's why we always on the lookout for them wack fools (That's right)

‘Cause they're the type who backstab you (Come on)

In the industry, watch your back, dude

‘Cause contracts pocket-jack your ass too



We reserve the right to refuse to your wack vocalist

Your hopefulness can only go so far to cope with this

Kombo. Remember me from next chapter?

My vocal instrument showing my teeth like a raptor

‘Cause in this rap biz, most rap kids

Will buy a tight limo before they make a hype demo (True)

Late-night like Jay Leno at the hotspots

But when it comes to rocking shows, they're simply have-nots

And to be tight (What?), they pick someone to be like

“Yo, you need to write, fool. You know who you sound like?” (Who's that?)

KRS, 2Pac, Em, Xzibit. One claiming

It's a new sound, an underground platinum

We gatting ‘em. Fakers can't maintain

From knowledge and truth inserted in the main vein

Rap trenches drive the weak insane

You get water tortures of my soul-bought rain

Me and Wildchild strangle the cable (Cable)

So obtuse niggas can't figure the angle (Angle)

You out the game like two technicals

Me and Jack backslap fools who act skeptical

Uh



And we always on the lookout for them wack fools (‘Cause why?)

‘Cause they're the type who backstab you (True)

In the industry, watch your back, dude (Come on)

‘Cause contracts pocket-jack your ass too

That's why we always on the lookout for them wack fools (That's right)

‘Cause they're the type who backstab you (True, huh?)

In the industry, watch your back, dude

‘Cause contracts pocket-jack your ass too



Bringing back desire. Hate wack MCs who don't kick

Facts and get contracts from their contacts

But my mind stacks poetry on tracks

While the next man, he kept stacking blacks

I take it to the max with my verbal attacks

And the paper for my rhyme book acts like an axe

‘Cause when you step to me, you better not relax

‘Cause that's when Jack aggressively reacts


So I, Kombo, and Jack simply about to set it and bet it

For those headed that weren't the road, playing humble, ironically turning big-headed

Try not to let it give you a perspective—that the pathetic

Give ‘em credit ‘til you find out the product you bought was really synthetic

And get it refunded like this one kid did

Never on the mic leave Jack unattended

‘Cause you'll offended and still pretend it didn't happen

Cats perceive that rap is not really a privilege, but rather proceed to acting



Yeah. All y'all cats need to pull out with that nonfictionary, you know'm saying? Wildchild and my man Kombo. Ayyo Romes, speak up on this



“This is it”

“Wack-ass rappers”

“You wack”



Check the sound, y'all. How we do it, y'all. How we do it, y'all. How we do it, y'all. How we do it, y'all. How we do it, y'all. Getting it popping off. We do it for y'all. This Wildchild, y'all. Kombo, y'all. Kankick it. Yo. Oblivion load for y'all wack-ass cats. What? 

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