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Whatever I say over the beat it's a hit cus it's hot./ However I sound better believe that it's hip to the hop./ However you feel all my peops just lick off a shot./ Whatever you do Embee make sure the shit don't stop…



It's murder on the dance floor. Call the paramedics!/

Right now, or you won't live to regret it./ 

Outline the whole crowd in chalk when I spit talk./ 

Slidin' through all the blood like a crip walk./ 

Yeah, a lame ass metaphor,/ 

but say it better or shut the fuck up,/ 

cus like my man said: It's all about who kicks the lamest shit,/ 

and gets away with it. Fool./ 

In this rap I'm all about havin' some fun with it,/ 

and burn till there's no return like capital punishment./ 

Promoe - on your FM dial,/ 

with Looptroop - mother effin' styles./ 

From Sweden. Bleedin' all over the cut./ 

Female emcees I spread semen all over your butt,/ 

male emcees I knock out screamin' over you: What?/ 

You must be dreamin' thinkin' you can fuck/ 

with the Promoe - ahead of all heads,/ 

the Promoe - a dread among bald heads./ 

With more hair and beard than you bargained for./ 

Don't f around cus my squad is raw./ 

It's Looptroop - the click is full proof./ 

Looptroop - too thick to shoot through./ 

Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat./ 

With my heart to the street man I'm hard to defeat./ 

Without Embee you ain't fuckin' with me./ 

Without 10 G's you ain't fuckin' with him./ 

Without him - no hits - you ain't makin' a fuckin' cent,/ 

so fuckin' with us don't make no motherfuckin' sense motherfucker!



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This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long/ 

and don't know where they belong./ 

This goes out to all my people who had enough/ 

of the chains and handcuffs./ (x2)

Alright we're smaller than you but we're more than you,/

so we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot yo./ 

No time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do./ 

They know my face so run before they catch you too./ 

You don't want that, trust me, I've been to hell and back/ 

but if you get caught remember to tell them that/ 

this music don't back for nobody, retreat for nothin´/ 

cus it's the pulse of all the people strugglin´/ 

The lifeline for the hopeless, the eyes of the blind,/ 

the underworld communication of our time/ 

so rise and shine, they can't eliminate the messages./ 

Even if they kill us can't get us cus…



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Embee did it again! - Haters no like/ 

but they gotta bounce to it cus the show´s so tight/ 

Turn up the volume ´til the beat make the vinyl skip!/ 

No funny binniz, I repeat, we ain`t signing shit!/ 

Schlooks stay young and angry, horny, hungry, drunk and high/ 

sex junkies now.. / 

But I, don´t want no medecine, want you to let me in/ 

mamita call him, tell him that you found a better friend!/ 

Your moms recommend, - You stay away from them!/ 

But I don´t blame you for kickin it with the champion./ 

From the dragons den - Waxkabinetten!/ 

Spit fire at your management and tying up your president./ 

I represent DVSG´z, cop any previous release,/ 

and recognize game, we feeding the streets/ 

that musical stampede, follow my lead,/ 

put your fist up in the air, and let em know who we be!



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