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 and'mong us, but we roll like two hundreds,
true brothers. what you wanna do fuckers?
you only mad cus i got your booand's numbers.
well iand'm mad cus she gave my crew fungus.
so, your stinkinand' ass i sweep under the rug.
fiendinand' for beef iand'm deep under the drug.
keep competition tailormade with razorblades.
icecold, lampinand' flavor flavand's: delicious.
fulfillinand' all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with the fishes.
i drown your whole continent.
saliva drippinand' my mouth is incontinent.
you think iand'm playing then consider your odds:
to go against me is considered a loss.
the way i write iand'm getting rid of the laws,
topics, flows, rhymes, deliveries - all!
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who want it? come get it, we got it, letand's set it,
off right now, i know my whole crewand's ready.
if itand's on itand's on, if it goes down then let it.
you little bitch ass, thatand's right i said it.
Supreme is, at your service miss, oops, mistress.
kiss his wack ass goodbye, letand's do our business.
ze troop*? the shiznit, each time you dumb asses,
we shine, make blind people wear sunglasses.
define a hot crew, thatand'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?
supremeand's over your head, tomorrow morning,
hung over in your bed, your fling was over she said.
so, dead that diss song, donand't ever say my name,
you canand't trashtalk me kid, when you ain't game.
now iand'm blamed, cus her arms around me like a necklace,
and youand're left one neck less, when itand's you thatand's reckless.
you need stretchers, first aid kits in your riders.
even if you had hits, you couldnand't get with the livest.
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Take two steps back youand're too close to this fire arm.
ring the alarm! another soundbwoy is gone.
try to be number one, yeah you wishinand'
looptroop is a nightmare to mcand's and politicians.
they run off as soon as we start to bun up,
you little fuck up reachinand' for the mic i cut your hand off.
you and your boys wanna sound like us.
used to be dissinand', 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 tellinand' kids to put their mark on end stations.
intimidation tactics, gain victory instantly.
itand's on, david versus the industry
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