Musical Stampede

"Chorus
 Whatever I say over the beat it's a hit cus it's hot./ However I sound better believe that it's hip to the hop./ However you feel all my peops just lick off a shot./ Whatever you do Embee make sure the shit don't stop'
 It's murder on the dance floor. Call the paramedics!/
 Right now, or you won't live to regret it./
 Outline the whole crowd in chalk when I spit talk./
 Slidin' through all the blood like a crip walk./
 Yeah, a lame ass metaphor,/
 but say it better or shut the fuck up,/
 cus like my man said: It's all about who kicks the lamest shit,/
 and gets away with it. Fool./
 In this rap I'm all about havin' some fun with it,/
 and burn till there's no return like capital punishment./
 Promoe - on your FM dial,/
 with Looptroop - mother effin' styles./
 From Sweden. Bleedin' all over the cut./
 Female emcees I spread semen all over your butt,/
 male emcees I knock out screamin' over you: What?/
 You must be dreamin' thinkin' you can fuck/
 with the Promoe - ahead of all heads,/
 the Promoe - a dread among bald heads./
 With more hair and beard than you bargained for./
 Don't f around cus my squad is raw./
 It's Looptroop - the click is full proof./
 Looptroop - too thick to shoot through./
 Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat./
 With my heart to the street man I'm hard to defeat./
 Without Embee you ain't fuckin' with me./
 Without 10 G's you ain't fuckin' with him./
 Without him - no hits - you ain't makin' a fuckin' cent,/
 so fuckin' with us don't make no motherfuckin' sense motherfucker!
 Chorus
 This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long/
 and don't know where they belong./
 This goes out to all my people who had enough/
 of the chains and handcuffs./ (x2)
 Alright we're smaller than you but we're more than you,/
 so we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot yo./
 No time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do./
 They know my face so run before they catch you too./
 You don't want that, trust me, I've been to hell and back/
 but if you get caught remember to tell them that/
 this music don't back for nobody, retreat for nothin'/
 cus it's the pulse of all the people strugglin'/
 The lifeline for the hopeless, the eyes of the blind,/
 the underworld communication of our time/
 so rise and shine, they can't eliminate the messages./
 Even if they kill us can't get us cus'
 Chorus
 Embee did it again! - Haters no like/
 but they gotta bounce to it cus the show's so tight/
 Turn up the volume 'til the beat make the vinyl skip!/
 No funny binniz, I repeat, we ain't signing shit!/
 Schlooks stay young and angry, horny, hungry, drunk and high/
 sex junkies now. /
 But I, don't want no medecine, want you to let me in/
 mamita call him, tell him that you found a better friend!/
 Your moms recommend, - You stay away from them!/
 But I don't blame you for kickin it with the champion./
 From the dragons den - Waxkabinetten!/
 Spit fire at your management and tying up your president./
 I represent DVSG'z, cop any previous release,/
 and recognize game, we feeding the streets/
 that musical stampede, follow my lead,/
 put your fist up in the air, and let em know who we be!
 Chorus
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