[Verse 1: Madchild] I used to be about that life Now I can really give a flyin' fuck about that life Lyrically these rappers are inferior athletes Cause I'm superior, I'm lyrically baffling Built for this shit with interior scaffolding I'm imperial, beware of my mysterious tackling I hit the mic and rap like I am in a beastly state We got an army, something they appreciate These rappers make me fall asleep 'm short as fuck but rap as if no other rapper's tall as me Yeah, that's my fuckin' policy Goin' down in history for the ones that do it flawlessly [Hook] We the real deal, we that true school Ain't a bunch of dickheads trying to be too cool Cause we the real deal, we that true school We don't follow new rules, everybody you lose Cause we have been there and done that and still here Rappers that you still fear, rappers that you still hear Cause we that true school, we the real deal Decade and a half motherfuckers, we can still kill [Verse 2: Prevail] Valkyrize, take flight, concrete gargoyle Spit oil, hot lead, meltin' off finger tips Givin' it's original form and I swarm firstly So many words spit in this game and I'm gettin' thirsty And hunger is a game and dungeon's never tamed My dragons are too fully grown, we sully you with flames Whether slowly cap or snap back with full attack we'll reign I maim, I murder, a word, a verb, a Noun, alert em now, we came to shut em down It's an all power outage, straight blackouts allowed Fall face first into deeper depths of the crowd Call crowd control loud or roll over them like clouds [Hook] [Verse 3: Madchild] We don't get old, dawg we get better It's Rocky 7, you don't want to start a vendetta I'll do a fuckin' drive-by on the Lambretta I'm a red Lamborghini, you're a tan Jetta Hit so many times now I land better Prev still by my side saying "Come on man, get up." I'm on a fuckin' band stand in a grand getup People still don't understand, gettin' damn fed up Get yourself a dictionary, we are visionaries Fucked so many rappers up they call me Mr. Missionary [Verse 4: Prevail] It's like Area 51, full of intelligent life With blacklights spinnin', glowin' red and green and then white What a night to have to right the wrongs of pressurized domes Leave competitors without the molecules to phone home This is the misguided cannonball, viking express With the tangible command of all the thoughts I compress Let me confess my darkest secret which is why I've arrived And see if anyone has seen P-one, I'm born to survive [Hook]
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