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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A-Plus
A-Plus
Vocals
Opio
Opio
Vocals
Phesto
Phesto
Vocals
Tajai
Tajai
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Carter
Adam Carter
Songwriter
Opio Lindsey
Opio Lindsey
Songwriter
Tajai Massey
Tajai Massey
Songwriter
Damani Thompson
Damani Thompson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A-Plus
A-Plus
Producer
Chris Trevett
Chris Trevett
Mixing Engineer
Damian Siguenza
Damian Siguenza
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Intro/Chorus: Never no more, never no more Never will a sucka score, never no more Never no more, never no more Never will a sucka score, never no more (Tajai) Message recorded, lessons be stored in This mental core it's, like lentil porridge Nas-T, Massey, be the last G From medical texts to class me Ask me, if I had to grip my pad The riffs I grab would rip and stab The kids that sag the shit they strap Is flavorless, and wreckless Your bestest behavior gets I plays the hits, displays the shit A razor gets parlayed amidst And later splits a feeling that I made ya hit, a really phat I gave to kids When I punched em I crunch men, at a function (Phesto) Ponder on this, I swallowed the spliff with elocution Encompassing the pompous means when I escalate my tool Shins get split, men get spindled swiveled pivoted By my riveting centrifuge I swindling crews, bringing a fist to bruise Pulverizing skulls annihilating trifling dunces Pulling rifle pumps to stifle punks when my knife splits Split your spleen hit you clean in the kisser When I twist a riddle I'm breakin the brittle And flimsy with my whimsy Puns and phrases I stun and phase kids Terrorize em paralyze em paraplegic, when I leave em Mindless spineless vertabraetless with menengitis I earn em swift and minus a life with my nine Chorus 2X (A-Plus) I get the props, you get the buttocks I know my what nots, stoppin flows like blood claats Nah, cuz that's a bad word in Jamaican And I am that, grams packed cuz my jam's phat So get the beaner butter we discovered treasure You're sweet when I stomp you with my feet just for pleasure Cuz I write the rhymes like a slave'll pick the cotton The best from the West cuz I'm fresh and you're rotten Take out the trash or I'll take it out your ass With a blast from the past in the future, I'll shoot ya But for the present beatdowns will suffice Lose cuz you choose to be down with some mice You dumb dunces I come once it's my time to Wanna hear a joke? I'm you Don't you wish I won't dismiss your treachery I bet you be, leaving upon a stretcher G (Opio) I'm coming tighter, your rhymes are Oreida Little reminescent of the poetry I write A-stoundingly, you're sounding like me, might we Step outside and settle this I cause catastrophes I laugh at these cause my shit is astonishing Demolishing, you and your following I'm swallowing MC's like I was a black hole ramsack those Wack flows who chose to oppose I don't suppose, dare or where my stubble grows Reverses the process, god bless you swing and whoa it's you! Opio, disposes of crews like snotty tissues I rip through bodies with corkscrews you wish you never tried Chorus 2X Never again
Writer(s): Opio Lindsey, Damani Thompson, Adam Carter, Tajai Massey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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