Who Want It

"Evacuate the place! I spit mase./
 Switch styles like switchblades put it to your bitch face./
 Slice newcomers like cucumbers uhuh,/
 styles humongous now who want us?/
 Only a few 'mong us, but we roll like two hundreds,/
 true brothers. What you wanna do fuckers?/
 You only mad cus I got your boo's numbers./
 Well I'm mad cus she gave my crew fungus./
 So, your stinkin' ass I sweep under the rug./
 Fiendin' for beef I'm deep under the drug./
 Keep competition tailormade with razorblades./
 Icecold, lampin' Flavor flav's: delicious./
 Fulfillin' all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with the fishes./
 I drown your whole continent./
 Saliva drippin' my mouth is incontinent./
 You think I'm playing then consider your odds:/
 to go against me is considered a loss./
 The way I write I'm getting rid of the laws,/
 topics, flows, rhymes, deliveries - all!
 Chorus
 Who want it? Come get it, we got it, let's set it,/ off right now, I know my whole crew's ready./ If it's on it's on, if it goes down then let it./ You little bitch ass, that's right I said it.
 Supreme is, at your service miss, oops, mistress./
 Kiss his wack ass goodbye, let's do our business./
 Ze troop*? The shiznit, each time you dumb asses,/
 we shine, make blind people wear sunglasses./
 Define a hot crew, that's us right there./
 Middle fingers in the air, waving at you queers./
 Now cheers, pour a little out for your careers,/
 slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?/
 Supreme's over your head, tomorrow morning,/
 hung over in your bed, your fling was over she said./
 So, dead that diss song, don't ever say my name,/
 you can't trashtalk me kid, when you ain't game./
 Now I'm blamed, cus her arms around me like a necklace,/
 and you're left one neck less, when it's you that's reckless./
 You need stretchers, first aid kits in your riders./
 Even if you had hits, you couldn't get with the livest.
 Chorus
 Take two steps back you're too close to this fire arm./
 Ring the alarm! Another soundbwoy is gone./
 Try to be number one, yeah you wishin'/
 Looptroop is a nightmare to mc's & politicians./
 They run off as soon as we start to bun up,/
 you little fuck up reachin' for the mic i cut your hand off./
 You and your boys wanna sound like us./
 Used to be dissin', now you want the pounds from us?/
 Fuck that! We overthrow corrupt sound systems,/
 underground misfits kill that weak shit from a distance./
 Break your resistance easy like toothpicks./
 Looptroop is so sick make your whole crew ditch./
 The shit we spit is banned from radio stations/
 cus we tellin' kids to put their mark on end stations./
 Intimidation tactics, gain victory instantly./
 It's on, David versus the industry
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