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♪ You know who it is ♪
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♪ Hot Trackz, we up ♪
♪ Oh, bet ya didn't know how we do it ♪
♪ Yeah, it's more than the music ♪
♪ This is lyrical exercise ♪
♪ I'll show you things make you fantasize ♪
♪ Oh, bet ya didn't know how we do it ♪
♪ Yeah, it's more than the music ♪
♪ This is lyrical exercise ♪
♪ I could sure have you mesmerized ♪
♪ Still running wit JA ♪
♪ Dropped the KIEM and added the Biggs ♪
♪ Mr. Swinger if you hung up on aliases ♪
♪ Thirty a clip when I hit the bar that's what it is ♪
♪ Yankee snap back apparel of a city kid ♪
♪ Born into the music as a toddler I was shaker ♪
♪ Use to rattle and roll every day upon the wake up ♪
♪ Now every day on the wake up I scribe lines ♪
♪ Put together bars like it's lunch time ♪
♪ Stop the beat who wanna rhyme ♪
♪ A true poet, ya modern day Edgar Allen ♪
♪ I challenge my talent whenever rappin' to any demographic ♪
♪ If you were even a fraction, half of what I am ♪
♪ I'd dumb it down but you still wouldn't stand a chance ♪
♪ I make music for the people blue collars to scholars ♪
♪ The less fortunate even those with top dollars ♪
♪ I got the bite of Rottweiler ♪
♪ Saliva just like a piranha ♪
♪ Spit in my venom turns into ammunition ♪
♪ Ask Born it's a fact we trimmed at the fat ♪
♪ Worked on the core now we tight like a six pack ♪
♪ The bandwagon just got heavy ♪
♪ And even though we strong enough to pull it ♪
♪ We not as long the ride steady ♪
♪ Ra shad Buzz in on the beats Lex on the vocals ♪
♪ Hit up my girl Kylee Claxton I'll let her coach you ♪
♪ She'll get you cross fit, you be amazed by the dynamics ♪
♪ The talent might send ya packin' like long trips ♪
♪ Four, five, six that W's automatic ♪
♪ Like a 4, 5, click, pow, here come the havoc ♪
♪ It's a quiet storm and I don't mean that late night mix
on 98.7 Kiss this is it ♪
♪ Just like the King of Pop ♪
♪ Before the doc gave him the shot of propofol ♪
♪ I just wanna rise from the grind ♪
♪ Not tryna fall at all ♪
♪ So, if I hit a wall from the alcohol or tryna ball ♪
♪ Somebody call mom Dukes tell her to come and get her boy ♪
♪ She'll knock me off my high horse quick ♪
♪ Remind me what it took for me to get here ♪
♪ Some things you don't forget ♪
♪ So they'll be no two steppin' with a weapon ♪
♪ Just a fire studio session for me to feed ya preference ♪
♪ Ya fancy gets tickled whenever I form a riddle ♪
♪ My cadence seasons the flavor whether indie to major ♪
♪ No matter the advance I'll still advance ♪
♪ A millie would be awesome, but I could flip
the game with a hundred grand ♪
♪ Men lie, women lie, they say the numbers don't ♪
♪ So, never question my style based on a new approach ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll be at ya throat sort of like a bench press ♪
♪ Gasping for air just wishing it was your last rep ♪
♪ Check, every step is like a lunge ♪
♪ The kettle bell is the snare, the dead lift is the drum ♪
♪ So, let the talent get you hype yeah, it's guaranteed ♪
♪ Like an overhead squat we'll bring you to ya knees ♪
♪ Oh, bet ya didn't know how we do it ♪
♪ Yeah, it's more than the music ♪
♪ This is lyrical exercise ♪
♪ I'll show you things make you fantasize ♪
♪ Oh, bet ya didn't know how we do it ♪
♪ Yeah, it's more than the music ♪
♪ This is lyrical exercise ♪
♪ I could sure have you mesmerized ♪
♪ That's what it is ♪
♪ Hot Trackz, Team Biggs ♪
♪ Yo, Kelly, I think we got our point across ♪
♪ We out ♪
♪ 3, 2, 1, Go ♪
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