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[Verse One: Mr. Gene Poole] Mr. Poole is cool as he floats on lyrical concertos So hip that his style slicks back like Roberto Carefully, he fully assesses with thought process How many MC's in a sense be on some nonsense? Like Phil Collins We live in a land of confusion And pollution, only solution alien intrusion When something good happens, it's an allusion Temporarily everybody in the hood's rapping so you feel like losing And it's scary But if you're very faithful You'll wait for the right time to recite rhymes To your people, in your lifetime To be stable You have to put everything on the table I'll tell you the fable of a man who lost all his staples One day he got a letter from the label Now off the street, shit is sweet potato Getting comfy with the cable Being able to spend more cash, kicking it with friends more Driving fast just to crash, what the fuck you got a Benz for? Your material objects with serial numbers Bring serious theatrics and dramatics like the Penumbra I bring the lightning Let the rest of the Spectrum bring the thunder Brain storm is not warm you've been warned, now burn like lumber [Chorus: General Woundwart, Mr. Gene Poole and Both] Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when we's about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when we's about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces [Verse Two: Sep Sev Sev Two] Oh, I'll break it down The ingredients of this recipe It's two cups of "step the fuck back" And a teaspoon of "don't mess with me" Unless you be like three times the MC that you assume you is Best believe that doom exist Testing us is tumorous Who enlisted? Who pledged allegiance? Who went the distance and fucked up your sequence? What's your achievements? Heathens Everywhere I glance These kids will drop their pants for an advance Cause this bitch has cramps Now run and tell your camp we're coming and we're permanent Circumference disturbing with verbal turbulence Stand still, like time stood still When I entered your sector And took place at the base of your foothill It took skill to plant it into your hair Now we're everywhere Spectrum comes off every night like evening wear I watch with amazement And a small dose of sarcasm And the MC's in the basement Embracing the bar smashing It's more than just the 20 measures stabbing Making rappers mad, call them classic jabs And what the masses have? Ask your dad It's about the land that you stand I'm here baby I think it's time you give a damn [Chorus: General Woundwart, Mr. Gene Poole and Both] Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when we's about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when we's about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces [Verse 3: General Woundwart] Who in your crew can name this approach I vanquish? I daze and flame in your ways, the show amazement Raise the occasion, the vibration make you hemorrhage Because contingence is headed for your lineage In the fibs, we did it locally Now we 'bout to move it openly Internationally, make it cold, believe Don't joke with me, cause see I'm not much for laughs If you come to grab, my intention is to bust that ass So teach these half-breed MCs to know about monogamy Married to hip-hop but fucking R&B Just a novelty, a slim chance like the lottery You slaughter me, I know your plans in geography I rolled up and snapped like a bandanna Niggas is pan-handlin' tryin' to play the role of Santa I flow like a manta ray, suckas better keep it stationary Cause switchin' from spot to spot you get popped I keep it interactive, in the center of the mind Where you lacking, you talking all that wack shit I got you on a leash like a mastiff And your bitch in the back, in the back, giving ass, bee-etch [Chorus: General Woundwart, Mr. Gene Poole and Both] Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when we's about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces Where ever it be, trouble can strike And it be right in your face when we's about to grab the mic What is life? I do this every day, and every night Murdering kids who wanna step on the surfaces