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We knew them from across town
Bitches kept talking shit
This is the sound they use to hear
This is what they heard
Ayo Bryan, ayo Angeles
Lets go
/TJ/
yo Im the first one rhyming ya'll can call me the jump off
The rest are shit that why they always get dump on
My shit already happened its self explanatory
Vocab filled like Chapters its the end of your story
My era and legend made this mark up on the map
I heard you talkin' shit I keep a strap on my back
Your glass jaw is movin talkin shit 'bout the past time
It's dangerous when I spit break your jaw with my punchlines
I begin to cut you in portions Im frontin with this knife
Its a lyrical abortion I put limits on your life
Fuck your heritage its Angeles taking care of this
Put our rhymes together still no comparin it
I remain poetically violent with new motivations
you stay pathethic and silent its total domination
I hit you you stood idel meaning you didnt move
You have no faith no idol with a big chance to lose
/Chours/
When you see that punk bitch
Call em out, Call em out
What if they talking shit
Call em out, Call em out
They can't handle our clique
Call em out, Call em out
They ain't ready for this
Call em out, Call em out
When you see that punk bitch
Call em out, Call em out
What if they talking shit
Call em out, Call em out
They can't handle our clique
Call em out, Call em out
They ain't ready for this
Call em out, Call em out
/Bryan/
My attitude is rude conclude there aint no solitude
when Im bustin shells in your mouth worst than eating sea food
Your heads on a tray your body shreaded in every way
I'll put the axe to your chest like testing body spray
You'll be broken particles when I tear you apart
I'll stab cyrstals in your ventricles to make it clear to your heart
That your neck will surely squirt if you ever oppose me
Cuz I'll lift you off the dirt like reverse gravity
My apocolypse occurs when I spit my murder slurs
I'll make your brain burst just to get on your mother fucken nerves
I sport a prickly bat when I voraciously attack
I'll beat the fuck out of you like gettin your virginity back
Bitch you wont survive Im the incarnation of death
Stop your lungs with hard drives hope you saved your last breath
Have your rib cage messed when I obliterate your vest
Its like liposuction the way I seperate your chest
/Chours/
/Shay/
Don't think Im weak just because Im going last
cuz I'll blow your dam brains out when I fucken blast
You bitches is faggots you aint doin nothin raw
Cuz I make Cassidy feel like he aint hustle enough
Everytime I spit this shit is a hit
Cuz Im ready to go Im sick the flow
I flow so fucken fast make your brain cells slow
Your faggots got shook in one look when you saw me
Cuz my flow killed the thousand just like the tsunami
Ya'll be cut up call it bozo I'll take em on one on one
Ya'll look like pussies facing the fucken gun
I don't need to ask for shit I take what is mine
To this you boys is up I dont need a punchline
You boys is immature ya'll know where your hittin
What you bitches suprise that the brown man is spittin
See I dont give a shit I beat you down to the ground
Then I bust you in the head how the fuck does that sound
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