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Eighty shots, twin Glocks, my pen pops
And Faith is still the hardest shit since MC Ren
My kinfolk keep his window locked
My other kin is trying to kick his window in
Bad neighbors, the homies they the misbehaviors
So you know the flow won't go major unless they throwing paper
From out of corporate skyscraper and
That's when we kick the Industry doors in, Blu and MED
Neo took the red and blue to the head and still can't go to bed
Wildchild, Code Red, as big as when Jaylib broke the red
We broke the bank, it awoke the feds
Fold the bread, sleep with your eyes wide up
And turn it up when you drive by us
Turn it up
We burn it up, burn 'em down
Madlib brought the burner out
9-3-0-33
I stay a mile above the echelon
I put Heckle and Jeckle on
Your 15 minutes of fame is down to a second, go on
I see you in it boy, so what you steppin' on?
You niggas rep it wrong
You in that shit like I'm checking forums
I'm a Disrupticon 'cause I just swept the con claiming Decepticons
Only deceiving when the weapons drawn, that's a Megatron
I'm dropping a mega atomic bomb and swim with megalodons
I got a pool like I mangled your arms
You just a ragdoll, or rather test dummy ready to crash walls
That means that you ain't got the drive we do
Matter of fact, I would never ride with you
Keanu Reeves couldn't save you on a bus
Play it loud when you speed by us, motherfucks
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Turn it up
We burn it up, burn 'em down
Madlib brought the burner out
