the mass of everyone Ummm... I believe that's us And when the mics are on, and we bust It like an adrenalin rush To your dome and mine too and everyone
bent over The DayGlo nigga gets the red door mat It's a roller coaster when your shit's burnt toast Now Mr. Club owner knows your jam When your jam
programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave! Wasted Time Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your
team'll go at your main source We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit Blood flood your eye, fuck up your
For real that's for real for real Represent flick it up all day nigga Immobilarity Ya'll know my work this category is raw Aea yo slash your position Verbal mike physician Blow
[Twista] Twista, first time I kicked it off with "Adrenaline Rush" Next album I kicked it off with "They Kill Us All" This time, I'ma show you how to "
beats make me tweak every time I speak, you can't take the heat Y'all niggas need to turn the other cheek, the L I K, the W I T Y'all niggas better go and rush
the fo', Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blow And my overtime is where your taxes go I gain your trust Get you to hand weight
through your eyes in the mirror Blowing out your brains spontaneous combustion Lyrics like a barrel and cheering out bustin Fire breathin wicked shit melting microphones Blowing speakers
dudes can't say nothing It was only time for we finally spoke out Plenty cold nights ahead I suggest you get your coats out No time to stand here lips
the magic word I'm stabbing your nerves with the pens that's in your pocket protectors Blocking you set, knock your head right off the top of you neck
clocks. R-O-C? - Yep. I spit sick rhymes, my styles Better den yours, times ten. I rhyme couple time, I punish your assembly line You could never take
was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn All this while he let the fiends cook it The baseheads stirred it up, plus they got to blow it up Dropped it
, that's us Too fast, too hard (Take it all you need me) Young buck, catch up Yep I'm a prime time player Shorty don't smoke weed She a high time hater
G's like a oil rush Chase your dreams keep you're spare clean never soil it up And you'll be guaranteed to win like a royal flush Yea yea... Big Virtuoso