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No need for no UN arms inspection you know where the bombs at NOUN detonating on contact Cardiac muscles contract to these rythms As we give em explanations how we living Now these children they can learn from us But if we dont spit correct they will turn from us Word I must let loose on this urge to bust Its been about a year or so that you aint heard from us Gotta fulfill fantasies before I turn to dust Thats why that feeble small talk aint concerning us They dont know about the flames and the fire that burns in us We revolutionizing science like Copernicus (Arka) Its murder thus well probably end up doing time for it Drop the wax through our lawyer have the kids standing in line for it Cause they just bored with the same old same But Arkatek he aint playing no games nah man (Arka) The way the Supersci emcees add text to beats Got cats salivating all over the next release Vexed and unpleased - where the fuck the LP at Simmer down we about to serve you with a healthy stack On both aluminum and wax counting numerous tracks About to hit you like a Louisville aluminum bat To the headpiece - cant noone get away this year We serve all curve bitch thatll break your ear (Mr Noun) Yeah we trooping down the street drunk as fuck Freestyling whilding screaming punks whats up Carrying a boom box with the volume level cranked up dumb loud Catching more odd stares/stairs than the Gr Lund funhouse A run down inner city basement be the place in Which we creating sounds that we arrange in Curious patterns and forms like atoms and storms Shattering norms of the planet we on (Arka) We here to provoke thought and furthermore to stoke ya Up in your face with lines to murder for like coca You think that youll make a career of your rhymes Youll only make MTV shaking your rear on the grind (Mr Noun) I know said h***o at the show but that dont make you my man I rhyme in english but that dont mean I dont hate uncle Sam Might find me flirting with your girl cause I aint afraid of madames Plus I dont like them pigs so I aint ate up the ham (Arka) Got d*** we took it far - and yall cats didnt If you want it you can get a cookie jar of ass whipping But you better keep them sticky fingers out of it kid To try the sci you must be out of your head (Mr Noun) So you doubted wed get this here shit together Man Im proud of my click - this year till forever Bring the sound that be thick - just turn up the levels now As loud as it get - Ark and Noun this is it
Writer(s): Daniel Oun, Tobias Lindberg, Erik Liden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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