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Comin' through your stereo Headstrong, dead calm, get it right on Dead weight to dead wrong, let's get it on Let's get it on Word on the street is, they bit my thesis Knocked out they front teefers, tryin' to taste mine Actin' like they heard it through the grapevine Dope fiendin' for the bassline, 2 for 5 rhyme I wait until the second round and knock em' out Take that shit back 'Cause all your shit's wack [3x] I wait until the second round and knock em' out Burnin' up your brain like a piston So all those that didn't listen Now they even knew what they were missin' And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down I wait until the second round and knock em' out Mic check So what's it all about (Bout) And where we gonna run (Run) Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised For the blood of virgin eyes We limpin' on the track with the Method So get the sunblock (Sunblock) You gettin' one shot (Ha) Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got From outta nowhere Prepare You be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone Kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug and inject Mic check So what's it all about (Bout) And where we gonna run (Run) Maybe we can meet up on the sun Discretion is advised For the blood of virgin eyes We limpin' on the track with the Method So get the sunblock (Sunblock) You gettin' one shot (Ha) Until you dissolve I revolve around everything you got From outta nowhere Prepare You be blinded by the glare I told you not to stare Now you're turned into stone I wait until the second round and knock em' out Thanks to razvan |