Chorus
Whatever I say over the beat it's a hit cus it's hot.
However I sound better believe that it's hip to the hop.
However you feel all my peops just lick off a shot.
Whatever you do Embee make sure the shit don't stop…
It's murder on the dance floor. Call the paramedics!
Right now, or you won't live to regret it.
Outline the whole crowd in chalk when I spit talk.
Slidin' through all the blood like a crip walk.
Yeah, a lame ass metaphor,
but say it better or shut the fuck up,
cus like my man said: It's all about who kicks the lamest shit,
and gets away with it. Fool.
In this rap I'm all about havin' some fun with it,
and burn till there's no return like capital punishment.
Promoe - on your FM dial,
with Looptroop - mother effin' styles.
From Sweden. Bleedin' all over the cut.
Female emcees I spread semen all over your butt,
male emcees I knock out screamin' over you: What?
You must be dreamin' thinkin' you can fuck
with the Promoe - ahead of all heads,
the Promoe - a dread among bald heads.
With more hair and beard than you bargained for.
Don't f around cus my squad is raw.
It's Looptroop - the click is full proof.
Looptroop - too thick to shoot through.
Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat.
With my heart to the street man I'm hard to defeat.
Without Embee you ain't fuckin' with me.
Without 10 G's you ain't fuckin' with him.
Without him - no hits - you ain't makin' a fuckin' cent,
so fuckin' with us don't make no motherfuckin' sense motherfucker!
Chorus
This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long
and don't know where they belong.
This goes out to all my people who had enough
of the chains and handcuffs. (x2)
Alright we're smaller than you but we're more than you,
so we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot yo.
No time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do.
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