it's that microphone check shit, check shit, check shit
Verb and Fubar about to wreck this
it's that microphone check shit, check shit, check shit
Verb and Fubar about to wreck this
Verb:
it's been a long time coming but it came
about a 100 tracks later, now we're here to bring the pain
propane up on this project, push it to the people
this is a preview of yesterday's grammar, old rusty revolvers
with blood stains up on the hammer
hijack the industry, we are too intelligent
strong and educated, happy that we made it
this far, we ain't stars, we're just regular folks
who love to kill beats and take care of home and stay afloat
we get shit done, make hits and ride slow
someone tell your momma, tell her Hip-Hop's back
that 2 turntables and a mic shit, boom boombap
SP1200 rock the party like no other
yo homie watch that sample time
this a covert operation, only the illest involved
after this one.. Verb and Fubar we're taking off
Chorus:
it's that microphone check shit, check shit, check shit
Verb and Fubar about to wreck this
it's that microphone check shit, check shit, check shit
Verb and Fubar about to wreck this
Fubar:
long time coming but it came
good luck trying to find something as insane
stare in your eyes while I'm clutching a grenade
break your jaw so I'm able to shove it in your face
you better be tucking in your chain
we'll rob you to buy medicine for the numbing of the pain
nothing is different, yet nothing is the same
the blood of Medusa is running through our veins
gunning for your brain, I am accurate as fuck
hunting with a blade that'll lacerate your guts
everything I've written is a battle call
you'll need and entire month to even listen to our catalog
saying I'm not dope's a bold faced lie
I'll choke your throat, twist it 'til it rotates twice
I don't play nice, propane type
been ready to explode and showcase rhymes