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(Gruber, Leigh, Quinnell)

GRUBI: With a red and black crest, got my Mob gettin' along
Keep my brain sharp, my microphone hand strong
You can be rollin' 20s like my boy said in that song
I saying frosty, son, fuck up -- that shit was wrong
I'm about to do this, lemme up on the stage
About to cast a freeze on ya ass like a mage
Oh Professor Rex got a story to tell
'Cause he's known to drop science and make ya brain swell
REX: Never dismissed the ones who inspire,
Paid homage to the ones who lit the fire
Climbed from out of poverty, life like that ain't funny
We got a lot of shit, but we ain't got a lotta money
GRUBI: Drop out, drop the beat down, lemme get serious
Ha ha very funny -- like my man in Delirious
Pursuit of what's right, that might make us ducs
But cross Cap City and your life really sucks

SKORCHO: Come on now with The Business(TM)

GRUBI: Took 'em down, from the upper West Side
With my crew in tow, set the drive set to glide
Drop-top running 'round the end of the street
Taking corners like no tomorrow, later got to sleep
Chase music, zoom lens, and a run into an alley
Spent all of my adult life running in Tally
Ain't about to go down so I won't let 'em catch
Ran into a pikey like Brad Pitt was in Snatch
Hey, hey, Tommy Juice, run like Scotsman on fire
Make the other people out there perspire
JUICE: Have ya ever seen anything so fine?
Cap City Mob gonna blow ya mind
'Cause our joints always flow with magnificent ease
While you sucka MCs taste like government cheese
Ya beats are crusty, trust me, ya lyrics are stale
When we rock the mic it measure on the Richter Scale

GRUBI: I'm feeling up, I'm rolling down the windows in my Cam'
Motherfuck the competition, I know who I am
Shit yeah, we're ready to roll numbers right out of here
Lemme tell what we mean to do in this New Year
REX: Glad to be on the mic, glad to have a chance
You know I'm Irish, but I don't do Riverdance
You can call me cracker but I don't do the crack
My mother did that; my cuz did the smack
The Rex ain't relentin', ain't no half-steppin'
My brain is my ammo and my lyrics are my weapon
JUICE: Ain't nobody rocks a joint like I do
Tearing it up, leave a hole you can see through
Leave ya wide-eyed, staring in amazement
Sucka MCs getting knocked to the pavement
GRUBI: We don't need to roll like gangstas, yeah, we got a plan
Step up, mothafucker, take your medicine like a man

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