wen u see us in the club on tour uproar
we get we spit we go uproar
we're runnin up the zones.uproar
r to the b in the pourin rain
eyes blood shot + clothes blood stained
edge draws near but i dont complain
bun mcs like prok chow main
watch them fry sippin on champagne
star of lyrica must maintain
baman lyrics flow thru my veins
yo cha cant make that my stata
gonna spit on the rhytm like a drak warior
leadin the way im a navigator like uproar
with the tn preps and the schott jumpa
with the deep blue avis + the sea light va
stop coz my flow is too slow
any flows a beating + bringin the tempos
as a beepin + the greatin the heating the next
yo coz we can beat control
listen coz its the way that we play keepin bitches at bay
wats my name at the end ov the day
to the rhythm and a blaze
kenzie but the sounds of the darkest drakest mc
whos that baman wiv the lyrical chat
showin u the way 2 the day
wen u gonna make the money
blazin squad we neva fade away
in the time and the place
blazin up a uproar in your face
turnin up the bass neva goina solve the case
so everything we do is uproar
and everywhere we go is hardcore
so dont test me on the m-i-c
coz u kno we gonna do it more
hear that what what what whats that?
thats phat check check check that
ive told you that you werent ready
that a 10 man klik could whip these typa choons
to the table can you test these flows?