O!

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[Mr. SOS:] Gimmie a minute, then you can gimmie two Cause when I get in it It's hard to finish So you never know when I'm through Everybody, get up and move! That seems like the most logical thing to tell you to do.. Cause as soon as the track dropped Somebody's match sparked a cigarette And when it hit They dropped a whole matchbox.. Music is that hot.. Energy amped up Enough to make 'em legalize America's cash crop [PackFM:] My style ain't free but I got it for cheap And I'm assumin' I'm the boomin' comin' outta your jeep And I illuminate but not Illuminati You see, I'm just a human and my duty is to follow the heat Now who am I to disapprove on how we body this beat And leave 'em stompin' Til the souls fall out the bottom of their feet And since I came out of the womb I've been what's hot on the street Now get out your seat and party Cause we rockin this, G.. [Homeboy Sandman:] F train Left brain Reason for the checkmate Reason why the check paid, ese Regular on eskay's webpage Regularly x-rated escapades No reason to x-ray Won't break Rappers be okay but opaque Me & Pack see rappers be like "oh great" Hardly see no greats Mostly see busters that exude fright Busting in a food fight, no grapes [HOOK:] (OH!) [Homeboy Sandman:] Boy Sand, my feet are mad big! (OH!) [PackFM:] PackFM defeated mad kids! (OH!) [Mr. SOS:] SOS is a beast, just ask them! (OH!) "We will leave the beat in ashes!" (OH!) [Homeboy Sandman:] Boy Sand, My Ree's are mad quid! (OH!) [PackFM:] PackFM, techniques is mastered! (OH!) [Mr. SOS:] SOS! The rest are past-tense! (OH!) "We will leave the beat in ashes!" (OH!) [Homeboy Sandman:] I go ape My boy 8th Got a tape with 2HBs Leave sucka emcees outta place Talking 'bout they moving weight outta state Moving 'bout as much weight as people weigh in outerspace War games, watergate Holding pounds, moving pounds Your pounds is all water weight And all n vain 'cause my veins is all watermains Ice water mane (OH!) [PackFM:] First of all, y'all ain't better than us That's word to the DNA that's embedded in us Man, I fuckin hate rappers I ain't said it enough I set 'em up, knock 'em down And I ain't letting them up If you're feeling lucky, jump We can settle this once The proof is in the pudding And your spine's gelatin, punk Now look, y'all done got my adrenaline up And I gotta let it out or my head'll erupt (OH!) [Mr. SOS:] Hotter than solar heat over tumbleweed Flows make the crowd say "O" Without the double "P" Pump the beat Up to the highest degree if you fuckin with me And if you not You're a pussy emcee that I'm fucking to sleep Sufferin' succotash You make me fuckin' laugh When you start sucking so bad That you make your own mother mad Stop doing your own people dirty like trucker baths You'll be dumbin' it down While I'm dumbin' it up a tad.. [HOOK:] (OH!) [Homeboy Sandman:] Boy Sand, my feet are mad big! (OH!) [PackFM:] PackFM defeated mad kids! (OH!) [Mr. SOS:] SOS is a beast, just ask them! (OH!) "We will leave the beat in ashes!" (OH!) [Homeboy Sandman:] Boy Sand, My Ree's are mad quid! (OH!) [PackFM:] PackFM, techniques is mastered! (OH!) [Mr. SOS:] SOS! The rest are past-tense! (OH!) "We will leave the beat in ashes!" (OH!)