You little sound girl of Odessa, anything that you can do, my sound can do it better. Is dead when the champion song come. Sound boy, we murder that now wow wow. Know what I'm saying, think I'm playing, know the name. We don't play, brown town fear, sound boy stop it and our soul get slayed. These days following sounds, murdering with the rhymes. Just say, oh we don't fear no way. Ay yo, one shot pop off and sound get lock off. Cause most sounds ain't originals, just knock offs. Most drop off and know them awful bark offs. Cause fierce get block off and limbs get chop off. You know, fake shot cause I gwine like doppers. Running around and calling themselves rappers. With flows that ramble, but wanna gamble. Knowing we mangling, hit em up from every angle. While they dangle, smoke and watch em strangle. Cause who wanna tangle, is who I wanna handle. Let the dogs loose, watch em get trampled. Sound boy try to run, but we got em by the ankles. It's time to slay, murdering all day. The flops, the knocky jeds and the fear in the way. Just deal with it my time, right away. Cause you know number one is this DJ. We don't play, brown town fear, sound boy stop it and our soul get slayed. We slay, slaughtering sounds, murdering with the rhymes. Just stay, off and off in the way. We don't play, brown town fear, sound boy stop it and our soul get slayed. We slay, slaughtering sounds, murdering with the rhymes. Just stay, off and off in the way. This is for all of the trump and sound them. Now I don't know them, now I don't know them. But now I have to show them, trump and sound them. Fool them, screw them, the people a fool them. Tell me why them a go on like them a champion sound. And me don't know the one of them flop. Tell me why them a go on like four stripes. Plus why my sound a fi put on the truck. And win all the clash, and win all the clash. And have all the hush, and smoke all the hush. And have all the green, and have a mean dream. And have all the green because a we run this. We don't play, brown town fear, sound boy stop it and our soul get slayed. We slay, slaughtering sounds, murdering with the rhymes. Just stay, off and off in the way. We don't play, brown town fear, sound boy stop it and our soul get slayed. We slay, slaughtering sounds, murdering with the rhymes. Just stay, off and off in the way. Sound boy a give you many days of sorrow. And if it doesn't never live you see tomorrow. Rascals run up in your bone marrow. I tell you again you never live you see tomorrow. You are the sound boy villain, villain like killing. Lyrics start pilling and blood starts spilling. These young bloods be the young guns that's stealing. The frame of mind of murdering sounds with no feelings. Rolling around who next get mashed down. Get back up when you step up to this sound. Clash of the titans, savages like vikings. Thunder rocks we roll and lick you like lightning. License to kill, y'all know the deal. Who be nice with the steel, making the dogs heal. Cause this real life war and you up against a soldier. A murderer, the blood be on my shoulder. Miss you today, then I get you tomorrow. Where it's least expected up in your bone marrow. With tips that's hollow, where I point they follow. Bust up in the crowd, out loud they scream bravo. So we, find them up and we root them up. Then we, line them up and we shoot them up. Coming for all their stock. Yo your time is up. The rebels sound punk rock and we rising up. We don't play grand cafe outside. Come on. Why stop, play other song and play. We's just battling sounds further in, Make the ramp just stay up and open the way. We don't play grand cafe outside. Come on. Why stop, play other song and play. We's just battling sounds further in, Make the ramp just stay up and open the way.