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you can shovel all the dirt
that you want on my name
on top of the game,
i'm headed to the hall of the fame
all you lames
never backing up ya claims its a shame
on the tip of your tongue
is where i will remain

[zero]
same ones that talk that shit
can't match my style
wanna talk a little bit of shit right now
i could put you in the ground
with that fake ass smile
i'm blowing 'em up
she stay rolling 'em up
kicking off more shells
than a shotgun pump
i reckon i'm wrecking em
stay swinging like a pendulum
i don't give a fuck
if they the best
yo we steppin it up
production, the weed consumption,
sayin that we don't smoke?
bad assumption
burning more trees than bodies
i'm dumping like HOK
mr bones i'm bumping
got a body in the trunk
two 12s of something
but it ain't my whip
don't trip i'm rushing
got a bitch in the backseat
russian, blushing
stay crushing busting
all you fake ass hoes
when you slaying the beat
ya'll know how it goes
everybody wanna keep you down
and stay home
got my shine,
yo i found it on my own
then i teamed back up with fiz
we nitro, we super nice glow
we hot and ice cold
the rhyme is straight mold
the flavors so bold
can't nobody hold us down
the infect hall of fame
we're the future bound

we taking over the game
until they all are the same
and they all knowing our name
we break em down
we taking over your brain
we stay infecting the game
we living evil
we stay under the ground

you can shovel all the dirt
that you want on my name
on top of the game,
i'm headed to the hall of the fame
all you lames
never backing up ya claims its a shame
on the tip of your tongue
is where i will remain

[shakelous]
i've been hated, under rated,
under appreciated
climbing to the top
with the heat we making
S O F that's steve and i
leaving shows shut down
crowds bleeding eyes
yo, i hunger for vengeance
i'm stealing your essence
the pain is so endless
i'm killing em all
beating you senseless
and leaving you headless
don't cry for your parents
man the soldiers stand tall
you better knock it off
if you popping off
here to shock and awe
soldiers stay ready
here to march at down
put a blade to your neck
and we lop it off
yo there's no competition
'cuz we killing opposition
we holding our position
all our foes turn up missing
i'm a sick mother fucker
infect still the crew
destroy these fake dudes
from within the mic booth
i never stagger never falter
got immaculate stature
i'll knock out your dj
and swing his turntables atcha
heard you always talking shit
yo, fuck that
got a crew of special ops
and they ready to bust back
innovating, dominating
terminate the population
spreading the infection
assassinating the nation
end game is destroy ya civilization
the soldiers of fortune
we are your salvation

we taking over the game
until they all are the same
and they all knowing our name
we break em down
we taking over your brain
we stay infecting the game
we living evil
we stay under the ground

you can shovel all the dirt
that you want on my name
on top of the game,
i'm headed to the hall of the fame
all you lames
never backing up ya claims its a shame
on the tip of your tongue
is where i will remain

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