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[Commentary] Keep gettin' busy [Intro] Yeah, Pure Product, drop that, Battlehoggs, Boomtown Red Tape Renegades Battlehoggs Mixtape, DJ Kansel Check it Peep this shit, Pure Product, what? Yeah, uh Double P [Verse 1] Picture the threat, keepin' Bris City in check The ace card pickin' the rest, definitive text Listen, so picturesque when I'm scriptin' the next Instalment [?], bitch, I'm hittin' a jet Brisk with the sick threat when shit's in effect Finish vets in sixty seconds, minutе or less Quick to flip, but don't give a fist to the hеad It's like that, I strike back with a six and a ten, get it? Nah, 'cause you're thick as cement Hardly as quick witted as this kid with a pen A picket in this business, y'all just sit at the fence Bunch o' jokers, that's why you isn't indexed Fuck disrespect, I don't have to diss for respect Make heads turn, whiplash and swiftly twistin' their necks And fuck that hit shit, I spit vicious instead And bring the house down like the Wicked Witch o' the West [Chorus] From show to show, we be gatherin' fans Other acts'll be scrappin' their plans, it's double P Show you the force our rappin' delivers Yeah, we turn all these rappers to quitters, it's double P Three MCs bringin' heat to the public And Butcher is the DJ that cuts it, double P The most hated, fresh in the game And sure to make these motherfuckers remember the name, P [Verse 2] You know the Product's the crew that's demolishing through Your hometown, zone out with quality tunes 'Cause this posse of dudes is turnin' novices blue Horribly chewed up in a hospital room For a few months, fuck what the doctor assumes Our label's too ill, piece the [?] and truce I'm in a common, induced state, swallowin' brews With wallet abuse like I got a dollar to lose My pockets are loose (what?) if you're hollow, you choose To spend the next week hangin' out, rockin' a noose Obnoxious and rude, two words I probably use To describe my lost mind, got 'em shocked and confused Better rock it ragged, never polishin' smooth When I kick it to you like an officer's boot We're here to stomp, raise up ya bottle of booze Somebody tell the cops they got a bomb to defuse [Chorus] From show to show, we be gatherin' fans Other acts'll be scrappin' their plans, it's double P Show you the force our rappin' delivers Yeah, we turn all these rappers to quitters, it's double P Three MCs bringin' heat to the public And Butcher is the DJ that cuts it, double P The most hated, fresh in the (yeah) game And sure to make these motherfuckers (check it) remember the (yo) name, P [Verse 3] Take a seat to decide these kids are reachin' new heights Leapin' hurdles, observe, these athletes are in flight Tryna compete on the mic's like tryna read without sight And like a man lookin' for love, but only seekin' a dyke Don't get upset, it's like gettin' beaten by Mike Just know you can't play ball because your sneakers are Nike You been sleepin' on the P's? You ain't sleepin' tonight Keepin' it tight like a lady with no penis in sight Check it, the time has come, man, the season is right Red Tape Renegades, yo, peep it, it's right We got the flow to drown yous out and the heat to ignite Turn it up, too late, we've set the speakers alight 'Cause these speeches are like gettin' beat with a pipe Or like us leavin' the mic to start freakin' your wives And to these rappers that suck like leeches and bite Yous have got it all wrong, so we're keepin' it right [Chorus] From show to show, we be gatherin' fans Other acts'll be scrappin' their plans, it's double P Show you the force our rappin' delivers Yeah, we turn all these rappers to quitters, it's double P Three MCs bringin' heat to the public And Butcher is the DJ that cuts it, double P The most hated, fresh in the game And sure to make these motherfuckers remember the name, double P [Outro] "Punch on the street scene" "Cut the fuck up" "the cleanest cut" Double P "[?] treble" "Rebel" "renegades" "Punch on the street scene" "Battle with a" "P-p-pen and pencil" Double P Double P P