(Czon)
Wattup it's C'z tho, puffin on some weed so
Come party with me yo, wasabi, fa' sheeze tho
Yup, shotty you feel the, most possible sweet flow
But don't start it with me bruv, or ima go beast mode
Cuz we know, I'm still illy & I'm killin the game
For real, I'm in insane, my delivery's inflicting you pain
Im acidic & rain lyrics in your brain twisted in cain
You ain't spittin fire, liar, you need a flick for your flame
"Rappin wack like that
You'll get attacked, smashed on tracks like that
It'll crack then we'll clash right back
& in fact, that will hap & than you'll ask why I Sn-Snap like that"
Shit what?! yea, its us, lyrically killin scripts up
We real mc's, feel me, give up
For it just gets ugly, uffin with me & then some
Get lit, drunk, chill puff, no fightin in the club
(Hook)
Get up, everybody get into it
Crank it up & get loose & everybody can do it
Grab a bottle of goose & toast it up at the moon
We feelin in the shots soon, Salud, we get the party movin
(L.I.B)
Wattup its Budskee's, never lovin a slut he's
Wakin up & I puff tree's, Haters debate "Does Bud Free?"
What is up with the fuss? he buzzing up in the mic scene
Nice team, tight dream, we doin the right thing
This for y'all who sayin that we ain't universal
Make it personal, say my name, i'll choke you till your face turns purple
I'll show up dressed as urkel, this nerd'll brigade your circle
The verbal, a bit commercial, spit a verse & knock a puss out
"Bud, you suck man! you ain't even rhyming words"
Well, I'm absurd, fin to burst before I guide to earth
Become berserk with a nerve when I arrived at birth
Grabbed the nurse & said "you disturbed Einstein at work"
So I ain't running with no simple minded dumb thinkers
Bums either, chuck the Dub's to the non-believers
Heart's cold, but my flows hot like the common fever
Bust the beaker with ether, its leaking up out your speakers
(Hook x2)
Get up, everybody get into it
Crank it up & get loose & everybody can do it
Grab a bottle of goose & toast it up at the moon
We feelin in the shots soon, Salud, we get the party movin
(Bridge x2)
Wattup, its I to double L, F-E-D-E
S-U-S-P-E-C-T, L-I-B to the C-Z
O-N flowin extremely. cold, you knowin that we be
The dopest, homie, you need 3 bro's exploding the scene see
(Suspect)
Wassup, it's Mr. Delunatic, I'm a skitzo
& who is this beast who's comin to ruin this beat, its simple!
Abusin em with a pencil, I'm losin it, I was sent to
A mental asylum with a plan to kill, this music's meant to
OFFEND YOU, & if you don't like it, then I suggest you
Exit the premises, when it's Ill Fede against you
I bet you, never met a descendant from hell you
Better get help in a second, remember its S-U
Fuck it, you know the rest you, mess with me i'll end you
Excuse me a minute, I got a meeting to attend to
The devil is calling me, obviously, I will attempt to
Kill em & sample his blood & store it in a test-tube
Damn dog, I gotta stop it, shit is sick, I wanna vomit
Ill Fede, G-T-um? Militants, the rawest artists
The sickest music, sit back & listen to it
We getting loose & stupid, abusive, so someone let em know to GET UP
(Hook x2)
Get up, everybody get into it
Crank it up & get loose & everybody can do it
Grab a bottle of goose & toast it up at the moon
We feelin in the shots soon, Salud, we get the party movin
Wattup it's C'z tho, puffin on some weed so
Come party with me yo, wasabi, fa' sheeze tho
Yup, shotty you feel the, most possible sweet flow
But don't start it with me bruv, or ima go beast mode
Cuz we know, I'm still illy & I'm killin the game
For real, I'm in insane, my delivery's inflicting you pain
Im acidic & rain lyrics in your brain twisted in cain
You ain't spittin fire, liar, you need a flick for your flame
"Rappin wack like that
You'll get attacked, smashed on tracks like that
It'll crack then we'll clash right back
& in fact, that will hap & than you'll ask why I Sn-Snap like that"
Shit what?! yea, its us, lyrically killin scripts up
We real mc's, feel me, give up
For it just gets ugly, uffin with me & then some
Get lit, drunk, chill puff, no fightin in the club
(Hook)
Get up, everybody get into it
Crank it up & get loose & everybody can do it
Grab a bottle of goose & toast it up at the moon
We feelin in the shots soon, Salud, we get the party movin
(L.I.B)
Wattup its Budskee's, never lovin a slut he's
Wakin up & I puff tree's, Haters debate "Does Bud Free?"
What is up with the fuss? he buzzing up in the mic scene
Nice team, tight dream, we doin the right thing
This for y'all who sayin that we ain't universal
Make it personal, say my name, i'll choke you till your face turns purple
I'll show up dressed as urkel, this nerd'll brigade your circle
The verbal, a bit commercial, spit a verse & knock a puss out
"Bud, you suck man! you ain't even rhyming words"
Well, I'm absurd, fin to burst before I guide to earth
Become berserk with a nerve when I arrived at birth
Grabbed the nurse & said "you disturbed Einstein at work"
So I ain't running with no simple minded dumb thinkers
Bums either, chuck the Dub's to the non-believers
Heart's cold, but my flows hot like the common fever
Bust the beaker with ether, its leaking up out your speakers
(Hook x2)
Get up, everybody get into it
Crank it up & get loose & everybody can do it
Grab a bottle of goose & toast it up at the moon
We feelin in the shots soon, Salud, we get the party movin
(Bridge x2)
Wattup, its I to double L, F-E-D-E
S-U-S-P-E-C-T, L-I-B to the C-Z
O-N flowin extremely. cold, you knowin that we be
The dopest, homie, you need 3 bro's exploding the scene see
(Suspect)
Wassup, it's Mr. Delunatic, I'm a skitzo
& who is this beast who's comin to ruin this beat, its simple!
Abusin em with a pencil, I'm losin it, I was sent to
A mental asylum with a plan to kill, this music's meant to
OFFEND YOU, & if you don't like it, then I suggest you
Exit the premises, when it's Ill Fede against you
I bet you, never met a descendant from hell you
Better get help in a second, remember its S-U
Fuck it, you know the rest you, mess with me i'll end you
Excuse me a minute, I got a meeting to attend to
The devil is calling me, obviously, I will attempt to
Kill em & sample his blood & store it in a test-tube
Damn dog, I gotta stop it, shit is sick, I wanna vomit
Ill Fede, G-T-um? Militants, the rawest artists
The sickest music, sit back & listen to it
We getting loose & stupid, abusive, so someone let em know to GET UP
(Hook x2)
Get up, everybody get into it
Crank it up & get loose & everybody can do it
Grab a bottle of goose & toast it up at the moon
We feelin in the shots soon, Salud, we get the party movin
( Ill Fede )
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