Verse1:- Rapid -FBI"The Verbal Prophetz" Verse2:- Emcee Feral- FBI"The Verbal Prophetz" Verse3:- Undefiend Power- Brain Sickness Chorus:- Undefined Power Beats:- Sinima
Story behind the song
FBI and BS had a Beef-
We decided to forget our previous beef and did a collabration to prove that we still insignian brothers...
Lyrics
[chorus]
Dog...bring it on
we need to sort this out
lets do this right now
lets get this fight on
bring it on
we need to sort this out
lets do this right now
u know ur going down
[Rapid]
they say i fkd up my flow so i went on a rehab
my swagger went low so i blowed my vocalpad
rapid is dead?now who the f*** said that
u nigges dun make sence until i pen down some facts
now i kno some nigges bin uppin my comeback
i combat every sec with my mother to record my facts
my teachure called me nd said "ima f*** in douche"
i sent 3 bouncers to her place to rape her on her f*** in couche
now temme if i did somethin wrong with the porn?
i say ppl born to control things that they want!
so put on some volume ov this song
coz its FBI nd brain sickness in the fkn tomb
nd this song is where ur life belongs .
[Feral]
ma personal Habbit, I murder them antics,
m cursed by maddness, but my verse is romantic.
imma Jack U, freezed like statues son,
are u nuts, or u wanna grab two guns?
I'm the next to be crown, m the best in this town.
i leave them flat like i pressed a gown.
ate those clowns, see how hungry i sound.
in this undergrond with rapid and undefined.
ur NExt for butt sex,
u aint getting pussy,calling dicks in ya love nest.?
see the color of ur blood its red,
ur brain have metal, Oh Damn! Its Lead.
i leave them jokes, wen i smoke the dope,
u got no hope across the globe.
ma homies spit fire, Like My mic was cloned,
my thoughts on paper even if ma mind was stoned,.
[Undefined Power]
the CLIP-HITS, and leaves you LIP-SPLIT
can you DIG-THIS you unbelivable MIS-FITS
im spitting your THUG-DREAMS,releasin ur BLOOD-STREAMS
living in heaven is the only time you ABOVE-ME
when i HIT-YOU,i give the lights of DISCOS
you gotta gang fulla homies,ALRYT LETS GO
time to CRY cuz u messed with the NORTHSYDE
GLT homies ,we living the WRONG=-LIFE
your on the WRONG-SIDE,ill make ur THONG-TIGHT
ill finish this SONG and use you in a BONFIRE
im lethal,im BRAIN-SICK,now watch how a SAINT-SIN
i dont walk alone,cuz being a teams the MAIN-THING
i was BORN-DISASTROUS,and i ROAM to kick ASSES
and this SONG is CLASSIC,bringing STORMS of ACID
im doing WRONG but im LAUGHING,dropping BOMBS ON THE MASSES
now dont just stand there mofo,BRING IT ON make sh** HAPPEN