"Evacuate the place! I spit mase/
Switch styles like switchblades put it to your bitch face/
Slice newcomers like cucumbers uhuh,/
Styles humongous now who want us?/
Only a few 'mong us, but we roll like two hundreds,/
True brothers What you wanna do fuckers?/
You only mad cus I got your boo's numbers/
Well I'm mad cus she gave my crew fungus/
So, your stinkin' ass I sweep under the rug/
Fiendin' for beef I'm deep under the drug/
Keep competition tailormade with razorblades/
Icecold, lampin' Flavor flav's: delicious/
Fulfillin' all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with the fishes/
I drown your whole continent/
Saliva drippin' my mouth is incontinent/
You think I'm playing then consider your odds:/
To go against me is considered a loss/
The way I write I'm getting rid of the laws,/
Topics, flows, rhymes, deliveries - all!
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Who want it? Come get it, we got it, let's set it,/ off right now, I know my whole crew's ready/ If it's on it's on, if it goes down then let it/ You little bitch ass, that's right I said it
Supreme is, at your service miss, oops, mistress/
Kiss his wack ass goodbye, let's do our business/
Ze troop*? The shiznit, each time you dumb asses,/
We shine, make blind people wear sunglasses/
Define a hot crew, that's us right there/
Middle fingers in the air, waving at you queers/
Now cheers, pour a little out for your careers,/
Slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?/
Supreme's over your head, tomorrow morning,/
Hung over in your bed, your fling was over she said/
So, dead that diss song, don't ever say my name,/
You can't trashtalk me kid, when you ain't game/
Now I'm blamed, cus her arms around me like a necklace,/
And you're left one neck less, when it's you that's reckless/
You need stretchers, first aid kits in your riders/
Even if you had hits, you couldn't get with the livest
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Take two steps back you're too close to this fire arm/
Ring the alarm! Another soundbwoy is gone/
Try to be number one, yeah you wishin'/
Looptroop is a nightmare to mc's & politicians/
They run off as soon as we start to bun up,/
You little fuck up reachin' for the mic i cut your hand off/
You and your boys wanna sound like us/
Used to be dissin', now you want the pounds from us?/
Fuck that! We overthrow corrupt sound systems,/
Underground misfits kill that weak shit from a distance/
Break your resistance easy like toothpicks/
Looptroop is so sick make your whole crew ditch/
The shit we spit is banned from radio stations/
Cus we tellin' kids to put their mark on end stations/
Intimidation tactics, gain victory instantly/
It's on, David versus the industry
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