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(One-two, one-two... yeah) (158 on the clock, let's go!) Now here’s a little story that I gotta unfold, About a modern-day lyricist who’s breaking the mold. No time for the fake, and no time for the acts, Just a microphone champion delivering facts! [VERSE 1 - The Setup] I was walking down the block just minding my own, With a pocket full of lyrics and a cracked cell phone. The beat started pumping at a hundred-fifty-eight, I had to check the wristwatch, I couldn’t be late! I stepped into the venue, the smoke was in the air, A bunch of local rappers with a terrified stare. One stepped up with his crew at his side, Looking for a battle but with nowhere to hide. He said, "Hey look here, you think you got the juice?" I said, "I loose the lightning when the mic gets loose!" He pulled out his notebook, he started to read, But his flow was too slow for this type of speed! I took a step back, gave a wink and a nod, And left him standing there looking incredibly odd. [CHORUS / INTERLUDE - The Crowd Hype] (Yell it out!) From the front to the back, yeah we do it like that! (Hit 'em again!) With a rhyme on the dime and a tip of the hat! Yeah, we riding this rhythm till the wheels fall off, Got the fake ones shaking with a nervous cough! [VERSE 2 - The Confrontation] Now Justin was waiting at the end of the bar, Said, "You gotta lay 'em out, show 'em who you are!" I grabbed the microphone, it was hot to the touch, These other rappers talking but they don't say much! I said, "I’m a lyrical sniper, a certified threat, The hardest hitting bars that you're gonna get." They want to talk betrayal, they want to talk pain? I turn the dark clouds into hurricane rain! I ride the kick drum, I slide on the snare, Got the classic old-school flavor to spare. Like Mike D, Ad-Rock, and MCA, I’m clearing out the room and I’m clearing the way. You’re looking at a winner, the king of the slot, Taking home the crown for the Beat of the Day! [VERSE 3 - The Takeover] So here we go, down to the final stretch, A 3-minute masterpiece you couldn't even sketch. The bassline is thumping, it's rattling the floor, The crowd is going wild and they're screaming for more. I started from the bottom with a dream and a pen, And now I’m at the top doing laps again! My lines are like thorns, they're sharp and they stick, The flow is too heavy and the plot is too thick. So put your hands up if you’re riding the wave, And send these copycats straight to their grave. I came, and I saw, and I conquered the track, And there ain’t no turning back! [OUTRO - The Fade Out] (That's right... 158 BPM!) (Beastie style... we out!) (Mic drop)
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(One-two, one-two... yeah) (158 on the clock, let's go!) Now here’s a little story that I gotta unfold, About a modern-day lyricist who’s breaking the mold. No time for the fake, and no time for the acts, Just a microphone champion delivering facts! [VERSE 1 - The Setup] I was walking down the block just minding my own, With a pocket full of lyrics and a cracked cell phone. The beat started pumping at a hundred-fifty-eight, I had to check the wristwatch, I couldn’t be late! I stepped into the venue, the smoke was in the air, A bunch of local rappers with a terrified stare. One stepped up with his crew at his side, Looking for a battle but with nowhere to hide. He said, "Hey look here, you think you got the juice?" I said, "I loose the lightning when the mic gets loose!" He pulled out his notebook, he started to read, But his flow was too slow for this type of speed! I took a step back, gave a wink and a nod, And left him standing there looking incredibly odd. [CHORUS / INTERLUDE - The Crowd Hype] (Yell it out!) From the front to the back, yeah we do it like that! (Hit 'em again!) With a rhyme on the dime and a tip of the hat! Yeah, we riding this rhythm till the wheels fall off, Got the fake ones shaking with a nervous cough! [VERSE 2 - The Confrontation] Now Justin was waiting at the end of the bar, Said, "You gotta lay 'em out, show 'em who you are!" I grabbed the microphone, it was hot to the touch, These other rappers talking but they don't say much! I said, "I’m a lyrical sniper, a certified threat, The hardest hitting bars that you're gonna get." They want to talk betrayal, they want to talk pain? I turn the dark clouds into hurricane rain! I ride the kick drum, I slide on the snare, Got the classic old-school flavor to spare. Like Mike D, Ad-Rock, and MCA, I’m clearing out the room and I’m clearing the way. You’re looking at a winner, the king of the slot, Taking home the crown for the Beat of the Day! [VERSE 3 - The Takeover] So here we go, down to the final stretch, A 3-minute masterpiece you couldn't even sketch. The bassline is thumping, it's rattling the floor, The crowd is going wild and they're screaming for more. I started from the bottom with a dream and a pen, And now I’m at the top doing laps again! My lines are like thorns, they're sharp and they stick, The flow is too heavy and the plot is too thick. So put your hands up if you’re riding the wave, And send these copycats straight to their grave. I came, and I saw, and I conquered the track, And there ain’t no turning back! [OUTRO - The Fade Out] (That's right... 158 BPM!) (Beastie style... we out!) (Mic drop)
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