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[Phone Operator's Voice...] [Intro] Unruly Overdose, over load Strict Flow Cats 412 set to explode It's just a simple equation Y'all want it, we bring it And it's like that [Chorus x2] It's too dirty, too raw, too rugged Too raw, too bangin' too blazin' too hot to touch Ain't too many crews dropin' jewels like us Them four from the 4-1-2 is too much [Verse 1] Walked in, yo right put me on the up tempo Act like he knew what enough men know Cause nothing flow unless we give express written permission Hittin' with freshness in the next vestive edition I bless rhythm with rhyme, most impressive design More in effect than some of the best been at the prom Stood the test of time and the minds of who counted SongtexteThis is heavy weight, your kids will give or take a few ounces Tellin' y'all's all hella raw Bangin' No neighborhood, borough or set these cats are claimin' We famin' the underground Indian block market What you think we'll aim for next is the hot target I'm a sharp shooter lyricist by trade The terror part improves when they step to the stage Them sub-par maneuvers ain't makin' the grade Some of y'all party people should be very afraid Now, knowing me you're gonna get poetry Plus a live show that you wanna pay for to receive These lyrics lift spirits, get them out of their seats Everybody go crazy at the sound of the beat My craftsmanship proves I'm passionate All this cotton mouthed construction ain't no accident Hip-hop is something of a main element in my brain and skeleton I keep tellin' them...We: [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Ain't nothing quite me, similar or close to it We bust flows leavin' new clothes soaked with fluid Masi alone once almost overthrow a whole unit When it comes to rippin' mics, my advice - don't do it Precise movement in into night humid (mad hot!) I'm sick of frontin' wannabees, shoulda beens and havenots We stack cash, props, unmatched surplus Thinking deep, these cats of rap should serve us Shook nervous, I know why y'all scared Cause kids from the basement bout to come upstairs With kick-drums and snares, turntables and mix From the pavement to the bricks, no one's able to resist This thrillseeker, kill speakers by the book With one look, you can see the style's undercooked Attached and addicted to the output Stay strapped for miraculous raps you now hook And this batch will never touch a papershreder It's much better than whatever you slapped together The Strict Flow endeavors forever - recognize If you with it, let's bounce - if not, then step aside [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania