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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sev
Sev
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Mazur
Will Mazur
Composer
Danny Schools
Danny Schools
Composer
Phil Clayman
Phil Clayman
Composer
Dennis Fay
Dennis Fay
Composer
Max Alley
Max Alley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Machine
Machine
Producer
Jeff Juliano
Jeff Juliano
Engineer
Darren Rapp
Darren Rapp
Mixing Engineer
Chris Reynolds
Chris Reynolds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ruddy Cullers
Ruddy Cullers
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Living life in the fast lane, it's all just a game
Understand & maintain
We're all same frame no names
See what we got to do is learn to make a change
Stop being plain, use your brain cut through the chains
Believe in consequence, regain confidence
Live your life saying there ain't no stopping this
Now a good example of what that did to me
Look in my eyes tell me what do you see
Envy, Punk. Yeah, that's right
Instead of using fists, we use mic's to fight
See now Phil & me
We're gonna break it down for you people
Just to show you that we're equal & evil
Sit back relax, it's just a game
You're about to find out the true meaning of fame
So get your sm58 instead of a 9MM (double M)
Plug that shit up, and let the games begin
So now, let it out. On the mic
God I'm twisted
And when you look around
Tell me what you've found
Look in my eyes
God I'm twisted
Ok, let's get it started
You talk all that shit, who's on top
You think this ain't no thing
Don't let me get you in the ring
Yeah, but see when you go for yours bro
I'm just gonna choke that throat
You've been a punk & we all know
All that talking shit on me
Better let go
Coming hard & it's gotta make me laugh
You're lyrics sound like my rough draft
It's gonna be a blood bath, ok?
Wait, I've got something to say
All your words, see they don't mean jack
If you come off looking like Mark Mcgrath
I'm hitting hard fast, before you can blink
Man, you sound like the lost member from nsync
So now, let it out. On the mic
God I'm twisted
And when you look around, tell me what you've found
Look in my eyes
God I'm twisted
It's all gonna end with a mic in our hands
Like a one night stand
Never getting called back again
A double edged sword goes in the same way
But I guess it doesn't matter at the end of the day
'cause what you say, don't mean shit
I guess that's what it takes to make a
Hit, boom bip, & now the script is flipped
Awww, has your ego tripped?
The record skips, ignite like propane
You better take that ass to the store for Rogaine
Oh & on that tip, what's even sadder
I heard from your girl that you need Viagra
Rumors, they're deadly like tumors
It's coming out now, later than sooner
But fuck it, one mission at one time
One love for each other in this battle rhyme
Written by: Danny Schools, Dennis Fay, Max Alley, Phil Clayman, Will Mazur
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