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Like It Or Not Word On The Streets Demo

If you're sweatin' us, we attack. All up in your grill. You fuck with these lion hearts and some blood is gonna spill. Our minds our solid, and our gaze

is cut. You're not a track star, i'll run you down. The air smells funny whenever you're around. The shit you say doesn't resemble words. You're just

it's alright, it's alright) I know you know, I see you smilin' at me (Well it's alright, it's alright) Boom! Here comes the Boom! Ready or not? Here

his left hand on some Donnie Brascoe shit Forget about it, made men, should hang with made men Not the wife and children, that's when rats come in It

So, it's not the answer, no, i'm not a dancer, no I'm not a hero, a zero , but I call myself a juggalo And this is not a demo ICP, Above The Law, we let

imbalanceship, paranoia My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen My words are my world, believe it or not

stage or the mic, best that ever did it I'm wicked Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid And drown shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it Chest

a street corner to a demo deal from Warner Hardcore performer, crowd warmer Thought it was on but it wasn't I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap, it

coast It's like that It's like this uh, it's like that It's like this uh, it's like that Well it's like this uh, it's like that Like that, word up, Alkaholiks