Looptroop

(feat. Gringo T, Monge Monginen)
Evacuate the place! I spit mase
Switch styles like switchblades put it to your bitch face
Slice newcomers like cucumbers uhuh
styles humongous now who want us?
Only a few mong us, but we roll like two hundreds
true brothers. What you wanna do fuckers?
You only mad cus I got your boos numbers
Well Im mad cus she gave my crew fungus
So, your stinkin ass I sweep under the rug
Fiendin for beef Im deep under the drug
Keep competition tailormade with razorblades
Icecold, lampin Flavor flavs: delicious
Fulfillin all your wishes if you wish for me to spit till you swim with the fishes
I drown your whole continent
Saliva drippin my mouth is incontinent
You think Im playing then consider your odds:
to go against me is considered a loss
The way I write Im getting rid of the laws
topics, flows, rhymes, deliveries - all!
[Chorus]
Who want it? Come get it, we got it, lets set it
off right now, I know my whole crews ready
If its on its on, if it goes down then let it
You little bitch ass, thats right I said it
Supreme is, at your service miss, oops, mistress
Kiss his wack ass goodbye, lets do our business
Ze troop*? The shiznit, each time you dumb asses
we shine, make blind people wear sunglasses
Define a hot crew, thats us right there
Middle fingers in the air, waving at you queers
Now cheers, pour a little out for your careers
slit from ear to ear, by this here cut, you hear?
Supremes over your head, tomorrow morning
hung over in your bed, your fling was over she said
So, dead that diss song, dont ever say my name
you cant trashtalk me kid, when you ain?t game
Now Im blamed, cus her arms around me like a necklace
and youre left one neck less, when its you thats reckless
You need stretchers, first aid kits in your riders
Even if you had hits, you couldnt get with the livest
[Chorus]
Take two steps back youre too close to this fire arm
Ring the alarm! Another soundbwoy is gone
Try to be number one, yeah you wishin
Looptroop is a nightmare to mcs & politicians
They run off as soon as we start to bun up
you little fuck up reachin for the mic i cut your hand off
You and your boys wanna sound like us
Used to be dissin, now you want the pounds from us?
Fuck that! We overthrow corrupt sound systems
underground misfits kill that weak shit from a distance
Break your resistance easy like toothpicks
Looptroop is so sick make your whole crew ditch
The shit we spit is banned from radio stations
cus we tellin kids to put their mark on end stations
Intimidation tactics, gain victory instantly
Its on, David versus the industry
[Chorus]
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