[VERSE 1]

Pick up the pace, speed it up fast and faster

Keep the cuts crisp and clean, and then blast the

Bass till impact is unbearable

And I'ma do MC's somethin terrible

Cause I like to start shit off with a bang

Clichees and slang that no man can hang

With, the one your girl shares her putang with

And Jimmy's what a stick that thang with

You can't stand the pressure and pain when you're put in heat

You felt defeat, so you cheat and still couldn't beat

The vocal phenomenon, word is bond, the U's a don

I correspond and strike like a python

Fast and furious, foes find it frightening

The bass is thunder, rhymes strike like lightning

Kay on the set and Doc throw the samples on

Anyone who step in my path'll get trampled on

Save all the talk, keep it under your hat

You ain't sayin nothin slick, so go head with that

Or I take your space, replace your face, erase your trace

In case you wanna base, pick up the pace



[CHORUS]

Ready, are you ready? (Are you ready?

[Treacherous Three] (Go off, go off)



[VERSE 2]

I speak and peak a verbal crescendo

Play MC's like a game of Nintendo

Clear the board, and then switch the cartridge

Hold em hostage and fry em like a sausage

So this advice, I think you should take

Those who fake and flake face a break

For goodness sake, I go and flow, do a show solo

Touch the pro - hell no, you must be on alcohol

So keep your distance before you get your head flown

For tryin to touch a microphone when you shoulda known

Better, it's time to settle a vendetta

It ain't Y-o-u, it's one letter

I'm growin and flowin and hoein

And clockin dough and showin

I break backs like a wild Samoan

I freeze MC's and leave competetors comatose

Lyrics are so dope, the listeners overdose

But everytime I turn, another sucker bit

So I'ma drop em just for the fuck of it

The U comin first place in a race

While Kay deejay and play, I say: pick up the pace



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[VERSE 3]

It's like magic the way the rhyme flows

Smoother and smoother as time goes

On, soft and warm like the quiet storm

Cause this is poetry in the highest form

So check the technique, if you just said weak

Methods or efforts, then check till next week

You won't find one, son, cause there ain't none

Rhymes are artwork, now watch me paint one

Colorful rays in the shades of a rainbow

Can't estimate the rate of my brainflow

Is it fast or is it slow?

If you wanna know

Then pick up the pace



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[VERSE 4]

Straight off the top I step and then take yours

Money, your jewels, and even your girl's drawers

You took a loss, so learn to accept it

Cause if you were swift, then you woulda kept it

Rick holds the dustpan while I sweep up

Tired MC's that could not keep up

With rhymes the U kick, the pace is too quick

Rick with the suits and Kay with the chew stick

What I recite will keep the whole place hype

Raps are capsules, the mic is a basepipe

Inhale the smoke, one toke you choke

And bums look for crumbs when the mic is broke

Females slave and crave to get next to this

Lyrics I kick are fierce as the exorcist

Helter skelter, MC's run for shelter

Kay'll melt the belts, and I'ma swelter

Any MC who step in my face

Cause the rhymes are good to go, so yo, pick up the pace



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