[Verse One Mr. Gene Poole] Mr. Poole is cool as he floats on lyrical concertos So hip that his style slicks back like Roberto Carefully, he fully assesses with thought process How many MCs in a sense be on some nonsense? Like Phil Collins We live in a land of confusion And pollution, only solution alien intrusion When something good happens, its an allusion Temporarily everybody in the hoods rapping so you feel like losing And its scary But if youre very faithful Youll wait for the right time to recite rhymes To your people, in your lifetime To be stable You have to put everything on the table Ill tell you the fable of a man who lost all his staples One day he got a letter from the label Now off the street, shit is sweet potato Getting comfy with the cable Being able to spend more cash, kicking it with friends more Driving fast just to crash, what the fuck you got a Benz for? Your material objects with serial numbers Bring serious theatrics and dramatics like the Penumbra I bring the lightning Let the rest of the Spectrum bring the thunder Brain storm is not warm youve been warned, now burn like lumber [Hook General Woundwart, Mr. Gene Poole and Both] Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when wes about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when wes about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces [Verse Two Sep Sev Sev Two] Oh, Ill break it down The ingredients of this recipe Its two cups of step the fuck back And a teaspoon of dont mess with me Unless you be like three times the MC that you assume you is Best believe that doom exist Testing us is tumorous Who enlisted? Who pledged allegiance? Who went the distance and fucked up your sequence? Whats your achievements? Heathens Everywhere I glance These kids will drop their pants for an advance Cause this bitch has cramps Now run and tell your camp were coming and were permanent Circumference disturbing with verbal turbulence Stand still, like time stood still When I entered your sector And took place at the base of your foothill It took skill to plant it into your hair Now were everywhere Spectrum comes off every night like evening wear I watch with amazement And a small dose of sarcasm And the MCs in the basement Embracing the bar smashing Its more than just the 20 measures stabbing Making rappers mad, call them classic jabs And what the masses have? Ask your dad Its about the land that you stand Im here baby I think its time you give a damn [Hook General Woundwart, Mr. Gene Poole and Both] Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when wes about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when wes about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces [Verse 3 General Woundwart] Who in your crew can name this approach I vanquish? I daze and flame in your ways, the show amazement Raise the occasion, the vibration make you hemorrhage Because contingence is headed for your lineage In the fibs, we did it locally Now we bout to move it openly Internationally, make it cold, believe Dont joke with me, cause see Im not much for laughs If you come to grab, my intention is to bust that ass So teach these halfbreed MCs to know about monogamy Married to hiphop but fucking RB Just a novelty, a slim chance like the lottery You slaughter me, I know your plans in geography I rolled up and snapped like a bandanna Niggas is panhandlin tryin to play the role of Santa I flow like a manta ray, suckas better keep it stationary Cause switchin from spot to spot you get popped I keep it interactive, in the center of the mind Where you lacking, you talking all that wack shit I got you on a leash like a mastiff And your bitch in the back, in the back, giving ass, beeetch [Hook General Woundwart, Mr. Gene Poole and Both] Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when wes about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when wes about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces
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