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Whatever I say over the beat it's a hit cus it's hot/ However I sound better believe that it's hip to the hop/ However you feel all my peops just lick off a shot/ Whatever you do Embee make sure the shit don't stop
It's murder on the dance floor Call the paramedics!/
Right now, or you won't live to regret it/
Outline the whole crowd in chalk when I spit talk/
Slidin' through all the blood like a crip walk/
Yeah, a lame ass metaphor,/
But say it better or shut the fuck up,/
Cus like my man said: It's all about who kicks the lamest shit,/
And gets away with it Fool/
In this rap I'm all about havin' some fun with it,/
And burn till there's no return like capital punishment/
Promoe - on your FM dial,/
With Looptroop - mother effin' styles/
From Sweden Bleedin' all over the cut/
Female emcees I spread semen all over your butt,/
Male emcees I knock out screamin' over you: What?/
You must be dreamin' thinkin' you can fuck/
With the Promoe - ahead of all heads,/
The Promoe - a dread among bald heads/
With more hair and beard than you bargained for/
Don't f around cus my squad is raw/
It's Looptroop - the click is full proof/
Looptroop - too thick to shoot through/
Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat/
With my heart to the street man I'm hard to defeat/
Without Embee you ain't fuckin' with me/
Without 10 G's you ain't fuckin' with him/
Without him - no hits - you ain't makin' a fuckin' cent,/
So fuckin' with us don't make no motherfuckin' sense motherfucker!
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This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long/
And don't know where they belong/
This goes out to all my people who had enough/
Of the chains and handcuffs/ (x2)
Alright we're smaller than you but we're more than you,/
So we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot yo/
No time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do/
They know my face so run before they catch you too/
You don't want that, trust me, I've been to hell and back/
But if you get caught remember to tell them that/
This music don't back for nobody, retreat for nothin'/
Cus it's the pulse of all the people strugglin'/
The lifeline for the hopeless, the eyes of the blind,/
The underworld communication of our time/
So rise and shine, they can't eliminate the messages/
Even if they kill us can't get us cus
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Embee did it again! - Haters no like/
But they gotta bounce to it cus the show's so tight/
Turn up the volume 'til the beat make the vinyl skip!/
No funny binniz, I repeat, we ain`t signing shit!/
Schlooks stay young and angry, horny, hungry, drunk and high/
Sex junkies now /
But I, don't want no medecine, want you to let me in/
Mamita call him, tell him that you found a better friend!/
Your moms recommend, - You stay away from them!/
But I don't blame you for kickin it with the champion/
From the dragons den - Waxkabinetten!/
Spit fire at your management and tying up your president/
I represent DVSG'z, cop any previous release,/
And recognize game, we feeding the streets/
That musical stampede, follow my lead,/
Put your fist up in the air, and let em know who we be!
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