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Nasty- go on girl turn the system up till you can taste it,
party party party lets all get wasted,
we the type of team thatll move ya behind,
and funk speak truth, it starts in the mind,
im thrivin off the groove, survivin thru the moods,
we livin life one day at a time sayin rhymes,
thatll summarize lives and stimulate minds,
we some cool cats that done been thru 8 lives,
hate cries thru the cracks when you aint fixin the holes,
i keep on rockin cuz im diggin the roll
and when you feelin the whole,
you gets into the mode,
so hit up that road if you aint listenin bro,
AD- Plenty hobbies that come to mind,
devine dimes, cherrishing life at any given time,
but when i kick rhymes,
im like a black belt in juditsu,
punch lines that can split you,
fuck murder inc, but i jah rule,
it aint a game but i gotta clue,
liek the .........
like i said before thats a hobby,
i been patiently waitin like im in the lobby,
now im feelin really rowdy,
cap on low lookin for somebody,
o for the kuminati
fuck that im all about moves,
dream team the coalition spittin with the crew
LJ- two dutches two blunts and watch us get productive,
Sar Rippa- Rhymes so destructive this rap shit we love it,
LJ-every day, blastin like grenades, stereo ablaze, like my jays, rollin thru your way, sar whatchu gotta say?
Sar Rippa- alotta things, finer things, diamond rings, high like pelican wings, i got a veteran swing, like sammy sosa, watch when we approach ya, like toast we toast ya,
LJ- pigs well just roast ya, make sure ya kosha, the wack rappa poacha, join us team of five we'll just coach ya, teach ya culture, fuck science we the true element like sulfur, straight from space like titanium insane in the cranium,
Sar Rippa- we abouta pack a stadium, unsteady like uranium, ready to blow up, better mature and grow up, hospitible, hospital, sick throw up, you better show up, or go up, to the heavens
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