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[Intro: DJ Mykael V & C4 Crotona] Y'all not really from this like we from this This right here is more than just music It's a culture, talk to me nice, you heard? You feel me? Yo [Verse 1: C4 Crotona] I was dead in a minute, I was a headache so my head was beheaded That's what I said to the medic in the middle of surgery When I opened up my eyes like surprise, I bet he never forget it Runnin' them stories you won't believe if you read it on Reddit Was sittin' red 'til I read the red letters I let it touch my soul, I'm so forever indebted My mind was always on the move, like I was telekinetic So, before you talk about me, hope you checked with the dentist The Goliaths on my block, they view me like Dennis the Menace Ha, the Rock of Ages in my slingshot, fallen angels get they wings chopped They get chopped up and bagged and then sold at a Wing Stop These rappers suck like a Ring Pop They only good for makin' noise out they mouth like a beatbox Ayy, sometimes I wanna beat-bah-beat In the Batcave, tryna swing like Barry Bonds Still cryin' tears from the day that I buried Mom 'Bout to catch a flight so I can preach in your city I mean, really, the only thing I brought was a carry-on (Bodega) [Verse 2: ZAAY] Woah, been livin' life on the edge Don't push me 'cause I been way too uneasy, must be the meds Inner turmoil feel like thunderstorms in my head I see the flash and time for action, no relaxin', ain't no time left to ask folk Get to crackin', but I close it with my biceps Huh, man, I'm never fallin' or foldin' They pissin' on my parade like I'm really 'fraid of corrosion What's the point of you countin' me out when I knew I was chosen? Macaulay Culkin, the way I'm cookin' inside the cauldron I'm home alone, writin' raps down in an Aston Martin I mean it ain't, but I move at my own accord, full of talk and full of force I burn the clutch out for and hop out, that's how you kill a horse I know Peter comin' to get me, it's all a misunderstanding There's glory behind this rap, I'm just here to take advantage I come here as myself, I don't really care about no brand new, be him [Verse 3: R-Swift] Yeah, these lines silence the critics Not a gimme, you're now invited to the mind of a menace The new definition of counter-culture won't miss 'em They sayin' that it's a reach, but at least it comes with extensions Front man to my fists, so we breakin' the mold easily Facts, we just puttin' rap back to where it needs to be When it comes to stats, it ain't nothin' to run the numbers up So when you see me on go, know it's for the jugular Battle casted, there's no embellishin' here The track record speaks for itself, they well aware Past is in the rearview mirror to make it clear But closer than it appears, got leftovers to spare Mykael hit me up, I hit the booth and the clutch Superman in the tuck, this ain't a verse you could cut No filter, the raw truth is enough to bring belts to they crack The revolution is us (Bodega) [Outro: DJ Mykael V] Bodega ain't just some music, it's a world Welcome to our world