Yeah, You know, there's something
I got the microphone and make boom roar
Takin' the moon into this rock
Verbal violence, lyrical style
Make me slain the boombox
The DJ keeps turnin' on discs
And this guy screaming is goin' to kill me
Cigarretes blow up adult minds
I feel your abilities and i show up my skills

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Make a uproar like this
Anything and a uproar like this
Make a uproar like this
And step up

So now i got into the studio
And turn the record on
Start to make my rap into the microphone
And start to pull you off
'Cause i make some rap beating
While my friend scream up
And that's what i call of showing up skills
But i believe that the message we pass is serious
So listen to the music and believe it


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While you're hearing it
I am writing a death metaphor
And believing that this make sense
I am the one who'll make story for sure

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