Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No doubt, no doubt, one time
Come on, yeah, no question, son, word up
Check it out, check it out
This is the Master IC
I got my **** Royal Flush, word up
Brooklyn the Wasteland style, you know what I'm sayin'?
This is how we get into it, ay, yo, come on, come on
What's up? What's up? What's up?
[Verse 2]
Ay, yo, Master IC, let's conversate a minute
Before we bark on MCs from New York to Venice
I said **** talk shit, it's time to blow the whistle
I move just like a missile, leave 'em burnt like bristle
But the issue ain't a pistol, it's time we come plush
We official like slicin' knives into guts
I said and even if it is we get biz
You kids better know the ultimatum is death for cash flow
We are king of percussion, Mic and Flush plus me
OC will make a mens out a faggot MCs
We keep a profile lower than the granite to Earth
Play for stakes higher than a ****'s physical's worth
[Verse 3]
We need this money, God
We penetrate through the out states
Ay, yo, time's short, fuck that, Flush, let's motivate
We need this money, God
We penetrate through the out states
Time's short, fuck that, O, let's motivate
We need this money, God
We penetrate through the out states
Time's short, fuck that, Mic, let's motivate
[Verse 4]
The fakest style a lot lack and can't flip it phat
I move a G and while they sleepin' on they fuckin' back
We annually get the mic wreck off from mic bullies
You come fully, I stand where you standin' at
And wonder where you ???
I'm increasin' the pain and make your rough raps
Stuck in your thinkin' caps, your mind relax
'Cause a player plays you like that
Let's get deeper situations, twenty five is what I'm facin'
With more bodies than Jason, amazing peace to the nation
This be a clear understanding to paint a collage, y'all
Richer than the diamonds rocked by Zsa Zsa Gabor
Limelight rappers have a choice in my dominion
Power get blown to oblivion
Now it's the call of all call, the first man fallin' if he doesn't
Take this rhyme shit as serious as ballin'
No time for stallin', I've overhaulin' till the morning
Count thoughts and all of that fluidly drop like water
Let's set this real life of livin'
Word up, God, I'm tired of what I see
Motherfuckers wanna vibe like we
Amphibious, trace my trail and I'm nailin'
Inside your skull and can't stop the swellin'
Of an instinctive writer, reciter or poet
If you need rags to be stitched, we gon' sew it
[Verse 5]
We need this money, God
We penetrate through the out states
Time's short, fuck that, Mic, let's motivate
We need this money, God
We penetrate through the out states
Time's short, fuck that, O, let's motivate
We need this money, God
We penetrate through the out states
Time's short, fuck that, Lo, let's motivate
[Verse 6]
I'm keepin' y'all in a state of suspense
For the time that I spent 'cause I never pay rent
I'm a real go-getter, a point setter
My only occupation in this world is scoopin' cheddar
I freelance and take a chance and go gold
With my man Mike G 'cause he gotta unfold
I got my man OC and my man Royal Flush
'Cause **** be sleepin' and they never get enough
[Verse 7]
Now who's that man claim he wanna try?
These lyrical sharper than a sword from samurai
I verbally captivate the crowd and shit
Areas I leave blown to bits, fuckin' with this
It's all about livin', expandin', gettin' your plan to surface
All for just a gram until you cover this land
I want it all, picturin' the possibilities is infinite
Chillin' splendid while I'm makin' money off a tenement
[Verse 8]
Yeah, men versus many
Demisin' a scheme for this here
Team is what motherfuckers dream for
Brought forth the light, when I write I shine, I
Get a little deeper but my thoughts like cyanide
The phenomenon winner, I'll end a career quick
With intellect or from my wordplay slick
[Verse 9]
We need this money, God
We penetrate through the out states
Time's short, fuck that, O, let's motivate
Yo, we need this money, God
We penetrate through the out states
Time's short, fuck that, Lo, let's motivate
We need this money, God
We penetrate through the out states
Time's short, fuck that, Mic, we gotta motivate
Written by: Walter Dewgarde, Edwarde Dewgarde, Michael McDermon (Mic Geronimo)
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