Second To None
Verse 1 (Mike)
It's the real authentic
Leave y'all dented
Forget what ya heard
If I said it I meant it
Did it for real, while y'all pretended
Back for more, I'm startin' the war to end it
Raw, rip it like I'm workin' a chainsaw
New York to Cali, New Jersey to Crenshaw
Speak the gift, while you plead the fifth, my team is sick
We eat, sleep, and breathe this *****t
Rough and rugged, kill 'em soft
We don't leave one standin' when we're breakin 'em off
Takin' a loss? Not a chance on your life
If being fresh is wrong I don't want to be right
Stop drop and roll, we got soul
Safety popped off when we lock and load so...
This is how we get this done
You can check on the rep, yep second to none.
Chorus
Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
This is how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Check on the rep, second to none, yeah
This is how we get this done
You can check on the rep, second to none
Verse 2 (Ryu)
Yo, check the rep, yep 'nuff respect
If not for the jewels I drop, the chunky neck
I'm funky fresh equipped with a rusty Tek
Am I the best, well I gotta put it bluntly: Yes.
You can't touch me, the flows'll get ya
Squeeze breath out of your chest, like boa constrictors
I'm a killer and I usually know my victims
So I catch a lot of bodies on the homie system, uh
Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw
And you'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw
Liquid diet *****, we official pirates
I ghost ride the ghost *****p, drinkin' and drivin', yeah.
You ain't nothin' but a whiny kid
Who cries like wimp, cause nobody rides with him
I ain't a thug, pimp, gangster, or grimy dun
But you can check on the rep, yep second to none.
Chorus
Verse 3 (Tak)
HYeah, yeah, yeah
They know the biz when I step in the gate
You can find me at the gym bench pressin' the weight
Gettin' diesel on that ass and I'm so disgustin'
I'mma tell the whole goddang globe to suck it
I'm bad, now you feelin' somethin' surround you
My chemical mix, it got you pumpin' the valium
The audience closed it, and they had a reaction
Similar to explosions off of battery acid
My rhymes a razor, to slash your neck with
So find on my trail pass Winnekta Exit
Into the dungeon, what you're bringin' a bucket
No one's hearing your screams, now start playin' the trumpet
I'm out of your reach now
So give me some rocket fuel
Hooked up with Beatdown and did the impossible
A couple of months later, the record is done
And you can check on the rep, second to none.
Chorus
Outro
*Cheapshot Scratching*
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