(feat. Gringo T, Monge Monginen)



Evacuate the place! I spit mase

Switch styles like switchblades put it to your bitch face

Slice newcomers like cucumbers uhuh

styles humongous now who want us?

Only a few 'mong us, but we roll like two hundreds

true brothers. What you wanna do fuckers?

You only mad cus I got your boo's numbers

Well I'm mad cus she gave my crew fungus

So, your stinkin' ass I sweep under the rug

Fiendin' for beef I'm deep under the drug

Keep competition tailormade with razorblades

Icecold, lampin' Flavor flav's: delicious

Fulfillin' all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with the fishes

I drown your whole continent

Saliva drippin' my mouth is incontinent

You think I'm playing then consider your odds:

to go against me is considered a loss

The way I write I'm getting rid of the laws

topics, flows, rhymes, deliveries - all!



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Who want it? Come get it, we got it, let's set it

off right now, I know my whole crew's ready

If it's on it's on, if it goes down then let it

You little bitch ass, that's right I said it



Supreme is, at your service miss, oops, mistress

Kiss his wack ass goodbye, let's do our business

Ze troop*? The shiznit, each time you dumb asses

we shine, make blind people wear sunglasses

Define a hot crew, that's us right there

Middle fingers in the air, waving at you queers

Now cheers, pour a little out for your careers

slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?

Supreme's over your head, tomorrow morning

hung over in your bed, your fling was over she said

So, dead that diss song, don't ever say my name

you can't trashtalk me kid, when you ain´t game

Now I'm blamed, cus her arms around me like a necklace

and you're left one neck less, when it's you that's reckless

You need stretchers, first aid kits in your riders

Even if you had hits, you couldn't get with the livest



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Take two steps back you're too close to this fire arm

Ring the alarm! Another soundbwoy is gone

Try to be number one, yeah you wishin'

Looptroop is a nightmare to mc's & politicians

They run off as soon as we start to bun up

you little fuck up reachin' for the mic i cut your hand off

You and your boys wanna sound like us

Used to be dissin', now you want the pounds from us?

Fuck that! We overthrow corrupt sound systems

underground misfits kill that weak shit from a distance

Break your resistance easy like toothpicks

Looptroop is so sick make your whole crew ditch

The shit we spit is banned from radio stations

cus we tellin' kids to put their mark on end stations

Intimidation tactics, gain victory instantly

It's on, David versus the industry



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