"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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