No Escapin' This

No escaping this Oh, oh, oh! 2 G's mother, uh! The Beatnuts y'all, uh! Uh, oh! Juju, Psycho Les, uh, oh! Turn it out oh, oh my god oh! Oh-oh, it's the hardcore b-boy shit! Hard to the core motherfucker, no keyboard shit! Aiyyo the Nuts landed, so pack it up Pass the mic to big Psych, the manufacturer The architect, bringing you the art of wreck You used to hate my click, now you want a part of it We coming with more hits that funk like Parliament Comparing me to another's going to lead to an argument The heat we fry you with, straight from the armory Guerilla army, we kill tracks in harmony My Nut orchestra blowing fuses Your amp can't hold this music, it's booming I'm in my truck cruising, 97 tuned in The latest news is the Nuts new album is ruling Y'all vs the Nuts, you have a big chance of losing (There's no escaping this) or confronting the union So stop fooling yourself, and feel these Nuts 'Cause (no one's ready to deal with us) what? (No escaping this) (No escaping this) (world wide) (No escaping this) No one's ready to deal with us Don't be humble, it's better to pull Belive you eligible, get left like a vegetable Man it's crazy and there's no escape It's turned into a police state The average cat don't even know his fate Walking 'round like he hurting something And there's nothing that he got to say that's even worth discussing Listen to me, it's better to be Lying dead with honor, soldier, than to never be free Young niggas out here losing they dads In the battle of the son of the fags Every other country burning the flag Don't let history repeat itself That's how the devil plan to keep his wealth and feed himself I'm the New York power hitter Hit the devil in the fucking shitter Take his manhood and all his glitter Got guns ready to bust No one's ready to deal with us (No escaping this) (No escaping this) (No escaping this) (No escaping this) (No escaping this) (No escaping this) (No escaping this) No one's ready to deal with us Can't get away, there's no escaping this! Surrender now, come out with your hands in the air Oh, no! turn it out oh! Oh my God oh! turn it out oh! Oh my God oh! turn it out oh! Oh my God oh! turn it out oh! Oh my God oh! turn it out oh! Juju, rockin' on rockin' on Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on Psycho Les, rockin' on, rockin' on Corona in the house (throw your hands up!) Corona in the house (throw your hands up!) Corona in the house (throw your hands up!) Corona in the house (throw your hands up!) Corona in the house (throw your hands up!) Ay yo, it's your late night voice We gonna pay some bills but we'll be right back to you with some new stuff Tonight at Club Pinky's Performing their new smash hit Te Rompo El Culo It's the Beatnuts, yes the Beatnuts First five hundred chicks get in free Niggas 40 dollars before twelve, 10 dollars after Club Pinky's, located at 248 East 34th street, Manhattan Doors open at 6 PM, free chicken juice from 10 to 10:10 PM No point in Harvard shoes, tie-dye smokes or shirts or tucked in sweaters Brought to you by Pitfighting mucho Web Promotion In association with Hennessy, Dutch Master, and Trojan Magnum