Verse 1:
Broadcasting live from Ice Station Zebra
I break over beats made to blow out your speaker
The Jim Morrison of hip hop nice to meet ya
But where the hell are Rain Man's Eric and Robbie Krieger
The tricks of the trade get rich and get paid
Launch your career but your flights been delayed
I slaughter ballers send players to their grave
And I'm takin' out all you bloodsuckers like Blade (aghh!),
I'm from the city that left the Liberty Bell cracked,
The Constitution's release party was held at,
Matter of fact, tell your crew to get the hell back,
Or I'ma eat these cats like at alien from Mel Mac (hah!),
To all my backpackers, mallrats and slackers,
Cyber trackers, players, poets and actors,
You wanna know what it's like to be down with my team?
Like the Centurians, "now we're extreme!"
[chorus]
Echo Leader One to Echo Leader Two!
We have an intruder and he's right in front of you!
Echo Leader Two to Echo Leader One!
I got him in my sights the meltdown has begun!
Freedom fighters in the street, rock rock on,
If you rockin' to this beat, rock rock on,
Bring the fire and the heat, rock rock on,
In the face of defeat rock what?! Rock ON!
Verse 2:
(Hmm…) I've got a suspicious intuition,
A new day is dawning, so come on and get with it,
Find a more tactical, practical position,
For these emcees who try to sabotage the mission,
While some lay it down I carry the sound with me,
I might play the ground and study who's down with me,
In order for this joint right here to sound gritty,
We did pre-production in an underground city (yes!),
Wearing post apocalyptic underground gear,
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