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Thun & Kicko
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Verse 1: (Prodigy) You's a notebook crook, with loose sleave beef A backseat criminal that pass the heat To somebody that blast the heat Man, it sound bad on the pad, what happened in the street? Revealing on the vinyl an analog outlaw Alot of gats on your DAT, tape southpaw You thuggin' when the mic's plugged in Barkin' through the speakers like you got no sense You wild on the two inch Got your platinum plaques to prove it Your music's been around the World movin' And it comes right back around on the ground, don't it? Now it's time to face your opponent Infamous cling to this real shit, stuck where we started at Fuck that, not because we have to, I want to I love this shit, the raw is what I live for To hear the sound of the crowd roar for more To see the niggas that can't pay rush the door Whylin' on the dancefloor When they song come on, swingin' they fists, ready for war But it's a different type of effect, it's not violence They're just tranced by the advance Tranked by the sound bank Put under the drum, numbed off of our shit Now who you rockin' wit'? them or us Deep love or cheap lust?, QB 'll bust Infamous 'till we pass on You laughin' at the wrong shit, I take ac-tion Defend my confedons Nigga I write bombs that'll shatter your ambitions of bein' top dog As we move through the stage fog I need to bass more So I can taste it and make ya'll go AWOL And lose it, say no more, brace your delf, nigga it's on.. Verse 2: (Cormega) (yo, back up yo..) Who's tale you tellin'? are you frail or felon? Were you makin' sales or watchin' niggas sellin'? You exploit niggas lives in your rhymes and then avoid 'em

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