Lyrics

[Verse 1: Tiny & Ómar] I've got the gloves dropped swinging at you had the brass knuckles The guy that's stereotyped as "others couldn't fuck with" Then up in the crib, you be talkin' shit with a speech impediment You wanna sweat it? Step up, and come and get it, man See if it's right and nix it with the hype shit And we can put you on the spot, and see if you like it I'll knock you off your feet as soon as you get up again So shut the fuck up, and cover when you throw your fists I got some problems zip it up, cause I can't hold it down My trouser snake got me workin' overtime all over town You know the legend, now experience reality Don't knock it 'till you tried it, I've got 50 different breaths to breathe I wanna get it on, workin' 'til the break of dawn Eight fuckin' inches down the hatch, my fuckin' devil spawn Bring out the ruler cause you can't believe the stories all the time About my victories and my former glory [Chorus: Tiny] So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier Boom! We got the the shit that makes you get On your toes at supper to hit the deck So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier Boom! We got the the shit that makes you get On your toes at supper to hit the deck [Verse 2: Tiny & Ómar] How are many rappers gettin' worse with every verse written? Any record producer could bullshit, "that verse be spittin'!" I watched their blunders like no one else noticed Makes you wonder if it really paid off being so devoted It's kinda sad to me to see it all lead around your back People talk shit about me, wonder why I'm so mad So let's see how you do, standing up close to this shit Cause that's what you go through, if you wanna live shit So it's S-W-A-R-E, see Screaming out when you come top it off with a Z I got some paper towels, wipe you off get you clean again Get my ticket for a ride on the magic power train So get your AstroGlide (the power tools) The Great Divide! (The rubber gloves) Get romantic, tell your stories far & wide Here we go again, we're out to make it dangerous So pack it up you silly bitch, it's time to make some bread for us [Chorus: Tiny] So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier Boom! We got the the shit that makes you get On your toes at supper to hit the deck So where you from kid? It's the Iceland interior Transmitting bass to break the sound barrier Boom! We got the the shit that makes you get On your toes at supper to hit the deck