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George Fox is a regional rap superstar soon to take over the world with his incredible talent that has never before been witnessed or heard by human ears.
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Story behind the song
you'll never guess where we got the title from for this song
Lyrics
[Chorus]
decision, incision, ignition
deliver with criminal precision
(guaranteed to perform)
decision, incision, ignition
deliver with criminal precision
(we're on a mission)
[Fox]
my raps are poisonous cyanide
leavin you in a wheelchair like Ironside
i'm facin a giant tide
starin in the face of the tiger's eye
i'm not gettin caught goin inside for life
i don't fight nice like Mike Tys'
i sunk the Titanic when my mic's bright
to all you bitch rappers - why bite?
It's Goin Down like Outsidaz - Night Life
criminal, this is the pinnacle of my brain mineral
raps more than minimal with my nimble syllables
i simmer mics like a kid with Fisher Price
i'm dope and you're wack and that's how we differ, right?
this aint Stars In Their Eyes
beatin down rappers that are half of my size
i'm in it for the art not a prize i'm Ivan The Great
i'm starvin' inside, it can wait
i gotta get some shit off my chest
bitch i'm the best they evict all the rest
i don't smoke weed or cess your CD don't impress
battle me and you will leave in a mess
grievin no rest, not speakin in stress
i spit big words, spit sick verbs
when i ignite it, soon to be knighted, like Cliff Richard
Chorus
[Fox]
Yo, whatever your name is, I ain't concerned with that
ATF? I ain't ever heard of that
I burned you cats with a murder rap
didn't ya learn from that?
I'm squashing all you bitches like a burger bap
Any title that you took I've earned it back
you'll wanna grab the fuckin clock and turn it back
Before you learned to rap
when you were sperm in the sac
my burnin raps'll serve you brats
before listenin to you i'd rather hear pee wee herman rap
if you diss me or shakey, i'll leave you in a ditch left wasted
bitch get a facelift, you're just another glitch in the matrix
i'll leave you stiff in amazement
if i leave the posse then i better have a gifted replacement
cut off your dick and make you piss out your anus
cut you up and leave your lips on the pavement
cause i don't give a shit what your name is
and if your engagin, with a motherfuckin click thats blazin
i kill you then i spit on your grave bitch
and i'll change my pitch when i'm famous
you ain't shit to me, you lost the fight that you picked with me
another victory, i'll make you history, with the pistols G
so don't bump in ta me, i'm the epitomy
of hardcore rhyming, blindin like diamonds
shinin in time with the beat
i'll blow ya mind and ya feet
and leave ya body outlined on concrete
my raps are fine and they're sweet
i'll stab ya eye with the heat
they'll find you in sleet
i bring the pain as i sting ya brain
this is hard rap ain't no singin in the rain
i'm king of the game, a phat rapper, and Ling is the same
i'm leavin rappers to linger in vein
i differ from the grain
droppin lines to make em say he's sick in the brain
raps so ill they make a child molesterin vicar look tame
you can all bicker in shame while you wither in pain
piss me off and your quick to get slain
you ain't got shit on my name
you ain't fit to be sane
i get off the microphone and give it to stain..
but he's not here so lung can finish the thing...
[Lung]
yo yo yo,precision is the word best described,
i went to the d-o-c's and a mic they prescribed,
i'll go for hours till its the desired lung kinda vibe,
why hide,when the whole world can vision me,
the word im lookin for is precision G,
invision this programme like its television si,
fox and lung on a long awaited mission-
permission-nah,we just pullin through anyway,
im supplyin exclusives like kay slay-world domination,
its a big place seen as though E.D.'s a small destination,
representin my home of rest minus any infactuation,
pwp infestation,of this whole genre,
this is my place yeah,
aint steppin off the seat-its incarceration,yeah,
finishin this song with a touch of class,
you lack balance like a stiffed leg waqas-
so raise your glass-grace your palms,
while we in your house lootin-trippi
