Bobby Steels fables till MCs get your lips stapled Project Killa Hill is stamped on the map like the compass Taking sword, play tongue-twist, piercing holes in you You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts blast in your box Walk with alarm clocks, cars drive explodes on the block One stop parks, pops in trunk, snears pop loud as glock shots Pierced like it remain in your face, cops stop, give a citation Report for radio station identification
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Love IQ got you drunk, you depressed of Wu Flying monks, fatal darts from your airwaves strike your antenna You feeled a bit shimmer, it makes you like your dimmer You thought you turned your dial from this, you best to slit your wrists
Through the soul of your heart like dark Emelius Unfamiliar, leave no trace like Simon Templer Rhyme emperor, styles switch daily like temperature In your atmosphere, the rap racketeer Six pack battery back keep 'em stacked I live for hip-hop and tall brown skin sugar plum who love the lollipops
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up