| What… like eight for the chorus?
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| (Oh yeah, we could do eight for the chorus)
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| Another 16? |
| Aight, I’m wit it
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| (Aight) Aight, let’s do it
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| Sorta like P. Smith and E. Sermon
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| Determined to get back to business
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| Evaporated them egos, now here we go
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| Jacob and Deen is the team amigo!
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| Never placebos, we’re the real drug in your blood work
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| Back in the booth, vocals over dub work
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| Domestic, international hectic
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| Hardcore eclectic — we all that
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| Formats, dipped in adderall — so focused!
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| Not trying to be the had-it-all old who sold broke
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| It’s all we talk about, we about stayin
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| The saying is First Serve’s back — get to prayin!
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| Yo, left stranded scars and no Band-Aid
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| Man-made like Jaws of fantastic
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| Elastic bucks Stretch to Armstrong
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| We back like fuck threats and car bombs
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| Two jet liners, into buildings
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| Misguided but fought the feeling
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| Eye of the tiger plus stripes and spangle
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| Lettin loose raps like mic chords and tangle
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| We pledge allegiance to serve y’all the best
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| Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest
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| Them other chefs be no contest
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| Come on get out the kitchen!
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| Here in the flesh…
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| We be the top chefs! |
| — Servin it
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| The top chefs — servin it…
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| At the scream of the pistol, it becomes crystal clear
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| (Deen and Pop) in the front, never the rear
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| Cardio kings accustomed to the sweat
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| And hard work that get good ain’t good as it gets
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| (Like an old school vet) I know beats and breaks
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| Like a new school threat, I know the heat that makes them HITS
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| (Body blows) Get 'em blown to bits and pieces
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| (And missing!) Like Lee patch jeans with creases
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| Mission objective: make beats that’s effective
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| I find some like a detective
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| Time to get the most selected (been), rhyme perfected (been)
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| Going to the booth and have them rhymes ejected
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| (Another word for spin)
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| So self superb word poetic individual transmit
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| Pen-chiseled architect, cravin the hand smith
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| Bandana wrapped before 2Pac
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| Witnessed the two poppin D-Dove givin the fever
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| Slim pickings like you a believer
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| Trashed out and you the retriever, and he and I neither
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| To damnation with it if we leave it to Beaver
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| Trustin old money is like Afrika Bam Bam
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| The history is long here mister (well, Van Dam!)
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| Clockwork and how you not work a pot worth
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| Diapers on another hot birth, it’s First Serve
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| We pledge allegiance to serve y’all the best
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| Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest
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| Them other chefs be no contest
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| Come on get out the kitchen!
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| Here in the flesh…
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| We be the top chefs! |
| — Servin it
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| The top chefs — servin it… |