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2 rappers ready to take out anybody who gets in our way!
Who do you think it is? Take a hunch We don't make our shit at night we make our shit a lunch/ Joel spits some ill shit I'll take it can crunch mine, what's the best part of the day? Fucker it's Lunch Time
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Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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#7,775 in subgenre Peak #106
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Peak #2,164
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Lunch Time/Prod. Fort Minor
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March 15, 2010
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:42
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(course) Ya'll know that we're sexing wives, accepting bribes, better check the time We're awesome (come on) stomping (come on) bossin' (come on) drop that (come on) Yah'll know that were infecting lives, just open your eyes, cause its lunchtime Were rocking, (come on) jockin' (come on) tossin' (come on) don't stop that (come on) (verse 1) we're verbal assassins with top hats that's matching we're dropping the tracks in the back of your trash can TK and J are what is happening we've got you petrified but you act like you're laughing but the fact is you're gasping for the last bit of action we're at the top of our classes rapping with passion attacking with fashion we smash in your glasses snacking on cashes; imagine we rolling with 20's in bills hunnies in heels done with the real my son is Shequil 20's on wheels now we're running from deals and it's so funny it kills infact one of us will i sit back with Monica Beil play that harmonica spell me and Joel rap as naughty as hell and when i say we kill we honestly will i say we ain't that cool but they will honor us still (course) (verse 2) Known to be so precise how I deliver I'll cook you in a battle then I'll have you for dinner no joke Holmes, bones grown thinner as they stack sky high like snow piles in the winter Yank the taps down hard when we just enter we're center, tossin' tips at the tender leave me a message and you'll get return to sender smack kids back to hard they switch genders grab your agendas, its time to take notes Lunchtime time back fly kicks black coats green shows, that's the paper in our pockets not money fool their our lyrics photo-copied so all you can follow along, swallow our songs whatever makes you believe you belong I'm not one to say that your wrong we're sharks in the ocean your just fish in a pond (course) (verse 3) I'm a rhyming machine, a sublime human been they know now what I mean, when I smile at green and i pile on the sheets, turn the dial to supreme Lunch Time coming with a style that is clean and people think that we're talentless kids but the talent is hid deep in the foulest of pits and we ain't amounting to sh** , we kick you down with our fists i wear the crown of a prince, of the town where i live (course x2)
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