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Front to Back Lyrics
[Intro]
From the top (Yeah)
Shoutout to Paps
Yeah, bro (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
(Uh, yeah)
D-dot D-A-
Double-L-A-S
The one and only
[Verse 1]
What you 'bout to witness
Is hip-hop at its purest
Most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most nauseous, some sick to death, all this
Shit don't flick my switch, I'm bored, bitch
Hop aboard this, get lawless
You don't know the verse? Then repeat the chorus
I'm so Taurus, bull in a china shop
And F&I make it bang like a [?]
Better get your lighters hot, here's something to burn
You other rappers, here's something to learn
Mafuckers better wait your turn
When your boy grab the mic, stop flicking on the hazards lights
You about to see disaster strike or disaster
One way before, never the same after
Hang with any US rapper, it ain't hard to
But they wouldn't give us a chance
From the top (Yeah)
Shoutout to Paps
Yeah, bro (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
(Uh, yeah)
D-dot D-A-
Double-L-A-S
The one and only
[Verse 1]
What you 'bout to witness
Is hip-hop at its purest
Most rawest form, flow almost flawless
Most nauseous, some sick to death, all this
Shit don't flick my switch, I'm bored, bitch
Hop aboard this, get lawless
You don't know the verse? Then repeat the chorus
I'm so Taurus, bull in a china shop
And F&I make it bang like a [?]
Better get your lighters hot, here's something to burn
You other rappers, here's something to learn
Mafuckers better wait your turn
When your boy grab the mic, stop flicking on the hazards lights
You about to see disaster strike or disaster
One way before, never the same after
Hang with any US rapper, it ain't hard to
But they wouldn't give us a chance
[Chorus]
So we kill it from front to back
And let 'em know that it ain't just an act
We really that good, them just the facts
Just relax, bro, just relax, hey
So we kill it from front to back
And let 'em know that it ain't just an act
We really that good, them just the facts
Just relax, bro, just relax, hey
[Verse 2]
Ain't no time for slipping
I stay loud like Rifkin
Never play second fiddle, ask Pippen
Kid, I go the distance like a canyon do
Try, that'll be the end of you
Can't no one outlast, no one outsmart
From a warrior's land that ain't just mouth smart
Run your mouth hard, and you can probably get
Done the same way they did Chef in South Park
Still, send a R.I.P. to Black Moses
Then send a R.I.P. to rap posers
Imitation, Weezys, fake Hova's
I drunk and mastered what they couldn't sober
True Ogre, Tekken status
Call me the nerd, but address the baddest
I ain't afraid to stand tall like Saget
From here to anywhere on the atlas, bitch
So we kill it from front to back
And let 'em know that it ain't just an act
We really that good, them just the facts
Just relax, bro, just relax, hey
So we kill it from front to back
And let 'em know that it ain't just an act
We really that good, them just the facts
Just relax, bro, just relax, hey
[Verse 2]
Ain't no time for slipping
I stay loud like Rifkin
Never play second fiddle, ask Pippen
Kid, I go the distance like a canyon do
Try, that'll be the end of you
Can't no one outlast, no one outsmart
From a warrior's land that ain't just mouth smart
Run your mouth hard, and you can probably get
Done the same way they did Chef in South Park
Still, send a R.I.P. to Black Moses
Then send a R.I.P. to rap posers
Imitation, Weezys, fake Hova's
I drunk and mastered what they couldn't sober
True Ogre, Tekken status
Call me the nerd, but address the baddest
I ain't afraid to stand tall like Saget
From here to anywhere on the atlas, bitch
[Chorus]
So we kill it from front to back
And let 'em know that it ain't just an act
We really that good, them just the facts
Just relax, bro, just relax, hey
So we kill it from front to back
And let 'em know that it ain't just an act
We really that good, them just the facts
Just relax, bro, just relax, hey
[Scratches]
"We really that good"
"Really that good"
"We really-we really-
We really that good"
"Really that-that-that good"
So we kill it from front to back
And let 'em know that it ain't just an act
We really that good, them just the facts
Just relax, bro, just relax, hey
So we kill it from front to back
And let 'em know that it ain't just an act
We really that good, them just the facts
Just relax, bro, just relax, hey
[Scratches]
"We really that good"
"Really that good"
"We really-we really-
We really that good"
"Really that-that-that good"
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- 6.First Time
- 8.In the Mood
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- 10.Your Thing
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September 19, 2009
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