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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
First Degree the D.E.
First Degree the D.E.
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
First Degree the D.E.
First Degree the D.E.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
First Degree the D.E.
First Degree the D.E.
Producer

Songtexte

Welcome to chaos, I call it home,
youv'e gone and did, forgive my my tone.
Welcome to angst, I call it home,
you gone get it, cuz I'm in my zone.
Welcome to pressure, I call it home,
come and get it, I'll throw you a bone.
This diss for you and all you from,
a test, up against press, say less.
Yadda yadda, is that a fact?
Let's see if the gang vouch, I'll be right back.
Whats in my pouch? A healthy sac,
minty fire, help you conspire.
First through you, then create my empire,
you gone be example, to the public and squire.
Another lengthy discussion with my hood cousin,
our decision is death by means of bludgeoned.
Chorus
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
Watch put world, I done found my niche,
unfortunate for some, it's gone leave you in a crease.
Say you on the grind, wheres ya evidence?
Those you love hurtin', make that make sense.
Oh hell, you at it again?
Swing, swing, swing goes the pendulum.
So on wit it, gansta in face,
somehow I manage pull it off with grace.
Boss nationwide, we federal,
on all the time, yet in interval.
I share information, it's yours to gain,
smart people learn thru words, the dumb thru pain.
You've gone did it, triggered my insane,
I'm 20 different people with the same name.
5.0s got the nose in my innuendoes,
that's why my location still remain "undisclose".
Chorus
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
Crossed the sync threshold, now it's all bout me,
and what you can learn from The D.E.G.
I pay stupidity tax, yet got one thing right,
I'm bangin' so hard for them Fahrenheit mmm.
I'm to the max, you see my fight,
reppin' somethin' heavy for that Fahrenheit mmm.
Want some real life rap come and see me,
want that soft, fake rap, avoid The D.E.
It's all is awry, it's lookin tough,
ask why I'm smilin', I live for this stuff.
You want me? Talkin' that smack,
cash me outside, how bout dat?
The world turned to D.E., you thought you was best?
Now your jealousy turned to violence, say less.
Check he sound them come give me some,
West Coast D.E.G. trick watch ya mouth mmmm.
I'm Pink Pong Viking, what you expect?
Soon as you said, it was on.
Not to liking, protect ya neck,
choose violence or a song.
Them ask how you poppin,' stay on the list,
it's pure spit, and that Sactown grit.
Try hards in the place, doin' they best,
while First Degree The D.E. say it wit his chest.
While they soft on the radio rappin' for those,
D.E.G. keep gangsta like I'm 'spose mmmm.
Keep um on they toes mmmm,
urgency must, with these buss.
That's why The D.E.G. the people trust,
as a result, ladies lust.
In the game 30 years, M.C.s done came and left,
but one things for sure The D.E.G's on ya shelf!
Chorus
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
You've gone and did it, I can't take no more.
Written by: First Degree the D.E.
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