Spinal Tap - "These go to eleven...."
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Verse 1 (Aeromos) The type of new jack To scalp a minor in Mass transit If ya still green in a dog fight, panic R.I. rubble after the crash landing Throwing stiff strikes in strong style practition Who tosses back breakers like spinal tap And slaps on a torture rack of submissions Its all squared away By pencil shade claim victory Till the booking sways The rap game needs to eat dirt in the worst of ways And when you think it's safe The fruit of the loom will burn in the sun rays And have any posse on Broadway straight tan face Cause Kano one pull my still-beating heart Nill at my poker table a reverse card And when aces and eights are tossed Hit the deck ya will is on Here's the type to act I'll pass a torch Instead watch the burning of the Eastern seaboard Keep stepping pumped up kicks don't get the jump on the horseman Take ya back to the territory days Where ya stiffed if ya cross the border Here's the thing bringing death meaning only coming forth So don't metal boy Basically Aero taking a bottom dollar from ya business quarters Verse 2 (Lil_Chette) You better put the word or sign when I pull out the red carpet Cause I'm finishing the shit like it was you fucking starting it Consider yourself targeted like Bin Lauden was when terrorism was first marketed I was here way before the world was retarded I'm tired of seeing chaos But I'm well fucking guarded, You sold ya soul for a bargain While I sell coke from my garden I don't speak to police they talk more shit than Don does in his tweets Patroling the streets doing bidding for the elite Here em' coming from a mile off my terrified heart beats Copying what I've been told like a bunch of parakeets I climb peaks to see peace I was looking for a sweet release Always scouting for the right bars right flow for a masterpiece And back away for that increase I'm trying to buy a Lamborghini without a lease I work my way from the bottom without help And everything I know it was the hard way I found out Don't ask for a handout Sixteen dots on a pad and infinite words I can fill out When the wannabes emerge claiming I got clout It's simple I get the machete out